Reflections

Reflections

I look into the mirror in front of me,
seeing who I have become, and
pondering how I got to this place,
from where it started with such promise.

Swirls of smoke begin to rise,
bringing glimpses of my past,
a heart broken, never to fully mend
as tears fall into a well already full.

Wisps of white show me the path,
born of painful memories and hurts,
wanting to be anyone except who I am, yet
knowing that it can never be that way.

I look into the mirror in front of me,
seeing the survivor I have become,
knowing I had to go to that place,
to get to the life I lead today.