There's a Stranger Here

Staying outside my field of vision, keeping alive all my suspicions, that there beyond this sad veil of life, my new reality, twists the knife. Rubs salt in the wound, as if to say "Neener neener, your staying this way". Most of me, I would say, does believe, for I have been, cut off at the knees. Quality of life, strength, endurance. Gone in the wind, leaving turbulence. Thoughtful reflection, just keeps it there. In my mirror, there's a stranger there.