The Mirror

 I stare at you my mirror

The reflection of my own failures

A strange whom I barely know

And yet I love with all my might

Sweet angel harsh demon

Who comes and goes like the storm

In a dark night....

I stare at your eyes

Cold as the ice

And I see my own

Windows made of black

Coal....

They say those are 

the windows to our soul

I wonder: are our souls

That dark? That cold?

Perhaps, that sore?

I look at the mirror

And there you are

And there I am....

makes me wonder

Who is the real ?

Who is the reflection ?

©Gloria