In the Mirror

I see myself
looking for help.
I see me wanting
to be free. I stand
before a revolving
door. I see me
trying to become
something new.
I see myself change
in real-time. I see
me – in the mirror –
facing my fear
and being fine.

Stained Glass

The image I painted looks so strange;

I don’t know where I went wrong.

I continue to stare: hoping for change.

My eyes have been hurting for too long.

What am I seeing? My version of you?

I stayed grounded when time flew.

I wanted clear skies when I felt blue.

I painted an image all too true.

The image I saw started to fade;

I still picture it the way it looked.

The canvas I used creates a shade.

I still watch your movie as I’m booked.

I paint an image before I leave.

I stared and stared as time passed.

I paint an image before I leave

as everything blackens all too fast.