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!

humorrhyme

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