The Man in the Mirror

Who is this man in the mirror? This man I have shaved so many mornings. I have seen his face so many times, but I never really got to know him. I thought I knew him once upon a time, but I was evidently mistaken, or maybe I did know him as he once was. A loving caring person who would have done anything in the world for his loved ones. What happened to him? Where did he go? I thought long and hard upon this puzzle. What caused him to change so drastically? Could it have been the loss of his wife's love that brought on these changes, or did his wife's love die because of his changes? Maybe it was a combination of both? It is a hard question with no easy answers. What comes first, the tree or the seed, the mother or the child, day or night, love or loving. Who is qualified to answer such difficult questions ? Only the Creator knows the answers to all the mysteries of life. I had been living my life like a fool, always charging ahead, never looking back, leaving everyone in my wake, unaware of any damage I may have been doing. One day I looked deeply into the mirror to see what happened to the man I once knew so well. I saw him for what he was. There were things I saw that made me feel good about who he was, but there were things I saw that I didn't like at all. Things that I knew no one would like, including those I loved. Things that come as results of bitterness, and of turning sour on life, over a love lost, slipping away right before my very eyes. How could anyone become anything less than bitter, seeing their whole world, their dreams, their treasures, their family, and the love of their life slipping away between their finger tips? I have faced my demons and done battle with them. I won this battle but the war is never over. Always on guard do I stand. I have worked so hard to find that "him" that once was. He is still there somewhere inside, and I have reached out my hand to him. He has taken my hand and I am pulling him up out of the ashes. I will welcome him with open arms, and help him brush off these ashes. I know he is a person worthy of love, and he waits for his chance to love and be loved once again Written November 19th, 1996 © on Oct 09 2001 02:21 AM PST   0 • 1