Mirrors of glass reflecting everything I see
and don't see.
A thousand images of me staring back
with questions unanswered.
Or maybe holding answers
in the form of questions.
I see myself as I was, as I am,
and as I wish to be
holding my hands towards the truth.
Truth in Love.
Truth in Life.
But my time in the realm of mirrors grows short
though I may visit it often
in the form of dreams.
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