Mirrors
I look into the mirror
and see yet another figure.
One of body and skin
,but missing one of various qualities.
A soul, a spirit
that allows life to take first step.
Which leads onto "The Path of Rejoice".
Giving us yet a choice
to be born into a world
filled with love and care.
Flowing through our atmosphere.
As well as chaos,
which reenacts tyranny
but I also see
that without that quantity
of life..
All I picture
is a soulless being
that copies my actions
from head to toe.
From the 3 dimensional mirrors
I see.
Copyright © Orlando Leach Jr. | Year Posted 2011
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