In The Mirror

in the mirror
my past stands before me
caught like a moth around a flame
mesmerised by
who i am
who i was
who i will be
my youthful imperfections clear
my life and loves in every pore
etched
each mark
each change
a chapter
each look and thought
a footnote
a reflection
a reminiscence
a let me be moment
forget about the day to day
and stand
and glory
and be happy
in being
me.

poem by David Keig
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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