Metanoia

Reflected Image

          Reflected Image

Peering into the glass,
Trying vainly to see the face of
The image outlined in silver,
Haloed by light.

Truth shimmers below me,
Trading light with the fog,
Coating the surface of spaces
Imagined to be.

Who is it that I barely see?
Goosebumps dance across my skin,
Shiver through my arms.
Reality cracks shadowed visage.

The image not a reflection
Reality peers out at me;
I am the reflected one
Waiting to cross over to life.