Mirrored Image So Unlike Me
Adrift on mirror water without command,
My life out of control, I try to understand.
Within this summer day’s afternoon heat,
Is that my heart like thunder I hear beat?
As winds whisper across this lake’s face,
I see an image of some man in this place.
Given to instability of body and the mind,
In lone canoe I rise to see what I may find.
Who is it standing on the water I now see?
In tearful silence a reflection so unhappy.
Lost in tortuous void nothing touches he.
It is my reflected image yet so unlike me.
Chained with fetters of regret is my soul,
For not holding to you in the days of old.
Endless drops of tears on my face I feel,
In shock I wipe the moisture as I kneel.
So of this special hope I will eternally hold,
Still desiring the touch of my maiden bold.
Locked from your world due to my vanity,
In my seclusion I search for some sanity.
poem by Joseph Blitch
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