Sometimes I look in the mirror, just to see compassion in someone’s eyes.
I look long into the sorrow in my weeping friends demise. Sometimes I talk to myself in the mirror, just so someone will listen to me.
I listen close to the hidden words breaking.
Sometimes I smile in the mirror, just to see I’m not alone. The smile speaks softly, it’s okay to carry on your own. Sometimes I remember who I see in the mirror,
and that hope is more than I can bare. R.D. Jess