Reflections of a Man
Thoughts reflect in the mirror as I search for yesterday,
only to find the blurred vision of an old man who once stood
as Hercules.
Young, strong, proud, defiant!
A youth who thought he would live forever,
A man built on solid foundations,
So flawless...
Eyes clearly met, with reserved anxiety, by the only one who really knows me…
Staring back, on guard was the frail consciousness of a
graying man,
petrified of facing his reflection, for the image looks back
with the guilt of experience and the time deepened scars etched on his brow as
a reminder of the errors committed from his past.
Ego would not drop its defenses in the reflection staring
intently back.
Who are you to stand there so defiant as if in judgement of
me,
when I have made amends for the sins I had committed from my
own defective flaws and arrogance…You are just as guilty as I, even though you never
apologized when looking at me straight in the eyes.
You never forgave me my sins…
Yet, I stand here in front of you, hoping to make amends and put this rift behind us.
Why do you just stare back with echoed conversations in
reflection?
Haunting thoughts that go round and round in my mind,
unforgiven,
unforgiven,
unforgiven,
forgive me…
