![]() 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 Author![]() Brenden 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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