Mirror of yesterday
Dark frame peers
into the past,
gazing through blue eyes...
remembering a year ago,
the today
I thought would never arrive.
winter swallows my pride
reminding me of failure
as i cry,
it doesnt care.
Upon the computer
I stare.
Pressing buttons of protest,
searching through fields
of no where.
Again, I pray.
Does he hear me?
Desparatism swoops me over,
and I plea,
calling upon the media
for help,
seaking advice from those
who know more,
or claim they do.
Tears swell in the night
as skepticism settles in,
unsure of tomorrow.
I can't give in,
I just can't give up!
Doubt is not an option
anylonger.
13 years of half-belief
never to be accepted.
Today,
all doubt has rest,
and the reward has come.
Today,
I stand proud as the image
in the mirror no longer
stands alone,
it is accompanied,
and the sadness has gone.
Today,
I begin living.
By Wind Whisper
© 2009 Wind Whisper
(All rights reserved)
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