I’ve been lost and found
many times in my span of years
I’ve cried saddened
and regretful tears
… forever, or so it seems …
Peering through my looking glass
in a rare and crystal clear moment
of deep and painful introspection
harsh inspection and
sharp dissection
my reflection
mirrors a life fraught
with shattered
and elusive dreams
lost or left scattered
in the remnants
of my own self gratifications ….

I’ve given little to the men
who would love me and
...everything …
… to the men who would not …
I’ve been absorbed by my own
insanities
vanities and
desperate salvation
often neglecting those
who would love me
without thought
or reservation
and
lost myself somewhere
in the process …

And here I find myself
now stripped and standing
on shaky and
uncertain ground
as I look at you
looking back at me
Seeing all that I was …
… all that I am …
… and all …
…I could and
...would be …
… with you …

Bared cruelly
and unmercifully
are these
reflections in my
looking glass
staring back
at my face
through
wounded
wary
yet
hopeful eyes …
...questioning
.. wondering ..
Asking myself
silently …
Will you
Love
what you see
when you
see that
it’s me…
staring back
….at you…
... staring back ...
... at me ...?

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