Mirror Move

Just my constant worrying.

Mirror moves,

my expectations reflected,

trying to accept the truth 

when it's a mere spoof

A parody of reality 

sending me on the brink of insanity 

where darkness lies 

but I still see with my two eyes, 

the beauty that never dies, 

love. 

The prophecy 

that I held to my own self 

at a young age, naive, 

to this very day 

to the world that has 

already come way, 

I start standing

Landing in my own pool of thoughts, 

stuck on the shallow end, 

afraid to wander off into the unknown, 

and yet it's all within my reach, 

and I see the life I can have

And think that's not the life that will be

The shadow of my own feet drag me back, 

bringing me flashbacks of a wonderful, 

but ever so unreal time. 

And it's with these rhymes, 

that I try to decipher the years of

puzzles within my own mind. 

So in time, 

I will find the words 

to say to my can-be other half, 

The steps to take, 

the moves to make, 

as the heart of the cards draws me into 

the once shadowy realm of my own thoughts, 

and bring light to my once cloudy days, 

embracing the romantic digital assembly of madness 

that is me.

- Jerisson DeLaCruz, 7-15-13