Mirrors
Everywhere I turn, a mirror
stands in my way,
Each showing a vision of myself
in the future,
Pulling me in different directions.
The images whisper softly
in my mind, Telling me
which way to go, Telling me
who to be.
A maze of mirrors
like the maze at a circus,
The harder you look
for a way out
The more lost
you become.
And now it’s happening
to me.
I’ve always heard
if you stop looking
and follow instinct
You’ll find your way,
But how can you
close your eyes
and stop looking
when your choice of futures
lies ahead of you?
“Follow your heart, angel baby, it’s your best ally.”
With my mother’s words echoing
encouragingly in my head. I know
I am not alone. I know
I can find my way.
With a soft smile
on my face,
I close my eyes and listen closely
to the beat of my own heart.
Feeling the tug,
I begin to follow until
I feel it no more,
And now through
the winding road
I open my eyes and see
a reflection of myself
in the mirror.
Even after looking into
all the mirrors at the futures
I could have,
My heart chose a future
of uncertainty,
A future that I choose
as my life will go on.
I look back at the other mirrors,
The visions of myself now
look sad and broken,
But in front of me is an image
so warm and welcoming.