Finding Me

I look in the mirror but who do I see? Before, I assumed I was looking at me. But over the years certain changes took place And now, when I look, I see only a face. It bears slight resemblance to me as I was, So now comes the question “but WAS I?”, because I have a strange feeling, as in reverie, That she who I was was also not me. Perhaps I’m a dream – that’s one of my fears – and never existed at all, all those years; Or maybe a myth, or just a figment of someone’s imaginings (to awesome extent!). Can’t look in the mirror – too fearful to see that stranger observe me, a Me parody! Don’t look in the mirror. Look into yourself. You’ll find what you’re seeking, you’ve only to delve – Your heart’s your reflector, it’s all there to see – Thank goodness, YES - I’m looking at ME! This poem is simple, but simplicity is part of that person that always was me!