I found myself walking down a deserted street;
Not a soul around me, no eye contact I meet.
Silence surrounds me as a misty rain gently falls;
Only the lonely sound of a sparrows distant calls.
I come upon a reflection in a window pain of glass;
Startled by this image I continue to pass.
I don’t recognize this person standing before me;
But no one else is around me so who else can it be?
Feeling of disillusionment, scared I run home.
Feeling so empty and so very alone.
I rushed to the mirror and see this person looking back at me.
Who is the person in the mirror I am supposed to be?
I stare at the reflection staring back at me.
Who is this person everyone expects me to always be?
To follow my heart on a path that would bring me great joy?
Or to follow the path of someone else’s expected ploy?
Being tugged and pulled in so many directions;
Please tell me who I am, this person in my reflection.
As tears flow down my face it finally becomes clear.
The only thing that is stopping me is my own fear.
I begin to yell at this reflection I see;
Wake up you fool, be who you are meant to be.
Stop living in fear, self doubt and sorrow;
Stand up and set yourself free for tomorrow.
Be uniquely you and seize the day.
Let your soul free and your sweet sprit guide your way.
Copyright © ML Dotson | Year Posted 2017
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