At Crossroads Stands my Mirror Image

how does one describe a poem without simply repeating the verse?

 

Crossroads

 

At crossroads stands my mirror image

reflecting back the short life thus lived.

perception slightly skewed; the obscure

tilt noticed only by the few that try.

 

And here, will all mine worth be measured

as I stand and contemplate the path.

for though I am young, (oh, I am young!)

the paths not chosen still gleam with bitter taste.

 

How can it be that words are not enough?

even to those to whom they are most clear;

to express the bitter doubts, the fear seeded deep

in all who come along: this pain of growing up.

Author's Note

Ok, I really don't know what to think of the last line, especially the phrase growing up. I feel like it sounds immature. If anyone can offer me opinion on that I would be most greatful. Thank you!

Reviews

[Butterflymom]

I think this is incredible, heartfelt, and well expressed. Great write! I enjoyed it very much.