I have paused at the mirror and wondered
What image is projected, how am I perceived
Do others accept me in the way that I believe
Do I correctly interpret the looks that I receive.
I know I tend to see the faults that I can feel
Whether they are in my mind, not even real
Too often I will be my own worst critic or foe
Making excuses for things that I only know.
Distractions and pressures seem to fill my day
I experience the desire to give up and run away
Then reality wins out and I try to lift up my chin
Realizing I control whatever destiny I’m now in.
Is the mirror distorted or could it be my own eye
I know it does no good to look behind and ask why
I can only stand up and try to look forward again
Taking care of others, accepting the day I live in.
Poet's Corner 