Go Back, Ii
I gazed into my unforgiving mirror,
but you were fierce,
gazed right back, shamed me.
Strong as I thought I might be,
you were stronger,
and as my strength wilted before you
I felt ashamed in defeat;
weak as I thought I might be,
you were weaker,
and as I presided over your weakness
I felt ashamed for you.
I glanced into my pitiful mirror,
but you were feeble,
glanced meekly back, ashamed in defeat.
And we stood together for a while,
berating each other, accepting scorn,
both ashamed,
humiliated by the fruitless contest.
And then I walked away
(I cannot speak for you)
and sat alone for a while,
ashamed in my defeat.
26th March 2005
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