The MirrorA Poem by Brenden TaylorWhy is it that every time I
look in the mirror, I see someone different? I know it’s essentially me on
the other side, but I can’t help but think that I’ve changed. What’s even stranger is that I can’t monitor this change. I can’t tell if I’ve
progressed, recessed, gone up, down, left, or
right, sideways, front ways, back
ways, long ways, short ways high ways, low ways, good ways, or bad ways. All I know is that I’m
different. When I look at my hair, I can’t help but think that it’s supposed to be like
it is. If it’s messy, is it because
I didn’t comb it, or is it because I just haven’t
had time to fix it from working all
the time and trying to make ends meet? If it’s decent, is it because I combed it well enough to
hold, or am I trying too hard to
give the impression that nothing’s wrong and I have no worries in my
life, when during such time I
couldn’t be more anxious over nothing? I consider my eyebrows. Are they up in excitement? Are they up in worry? Are they down in sadness? Are they down in
determination? I DON’T KNOW! All I know is that I still
have them. Sometimes, I look into my
eyes, almost staring indefinitely at the green/hazel ambience that surrounds the black
abyss. It’s an introverted sunburst with rays shooting from and
in every direction and leading to an inner
zero-point. Does this symbolize me? Am I so colorful and full of
life on the outside and nothing but a starless
night-hole on the inside? Sometimes I feel like it, but I know better. Stars make the night come
alive; the darkness makes the light
so much more beautiful. Every time I look in the
mirror, I think of where I’ve been
and where I’m going, but nothing matters more than where I am. The past and the future are
relative to my absolute presence. All background behind me and all foresight in front of
me. ALL depend on the what I see in
the mirror, NOW, and I’m not about to let that down. © 2011 Brenden Taylor |
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2 Reviews Added on August 23, 2011 Last Updated on October 8, 2011 AuthorBrenden TaylorShelbyville, TNAbout"Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own." - Jesus the Christ I am Brenden Taylor. I hope you like what you find here... more..Writing
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