Mirrors

My own reflection, dim, hazed, and obscure.
Although I remember my appearance, inside I am not sure.
am I really what I recall? Or has my own vision been clouded?
I think I know who I am, but a part of me doubts it.

Is what I see in my mind, the true description of me?
or has it been intertwined with the view that others see?
Am I deceived? Misled by my own perception
by walls that I’ve erected to cover up what’s not perfected

The truth… It remains foreign, I see a stranger staring through
these broken mirrors that surround me showing me a distorted view.
the questions and accusations began to rise inside my mind.
Invariably I’m evolving, adapting to each moment in time.

I’m a different man today, from the days preceding this
Tomorrow will require me to adjust even farther, bringing newness
esotericism, causing me to start back from the source of the question
Who am I really?” am I certain, or merely guessing?

I’ve done so many things I thought that I would never do,
been through so many things I never thought that I’d go through
my own identity is becoming a demurral, a stranger to myself.
I realize the answer won’t come solely from myself.

I must look into the heavens, seek understanding from my lack
and be open and accepting to whatever may come back.
I must learn to look at the realness, no matter how defiled it is
how misshapen or ugly, I must face it for what it is.

I see myself in the way that others feel when they leave my presence
not the words that some may say, for the perceptions based on ignorance
ones mouth can tell a lie, but consistent actions tell the truth
the impact I make on others lives will give me un biased proof

This is who I am…