Person in the Mirror
I look in the mirror and nothing looks back. My image is there but it’s flat. The reflection shows what I am, not who I was. Hair that was once full and shining is now flat and thin. The lines of my face once smooth and strong; have become craggy, and weak. My full lips have deflated from a shining smile to a grim grin.
The cruel effects of time and life have taken away the person that was. Hopes and dreams once filled my skin with a rosy, vibrant, robust, even energetic, vitality. The ravages of loss, pain and failure have sucked it all dry and given it a grey tinge.
Eyes that once shone with the light of possibility and hope have gone dark. I stare into those eyes. Memories of the flames of hope and potential fade as I stare at the lightless, lifeless, things in the mirror. The flames have been extinguished by tears of grief.
Looking in the mirror, I see the same face I always see; now I see what my choices have done to it. I see loves that were lost and dreams that were not chased. All the things that could have been and everything that will never be.
I look in the mirror and a stranger looks back. Heaving a sigh, I turn away. I was going to kill myself today. The mirror changed my mind. There would be no point. I looked in the mirror and saw my soul was already dead.