When you look in a mirror
What do you see?
Is it someone you know?
Someone you like?
Do you cringe at this sight?
Do you wonder who is this person?
Most days I know I do.
I am an imperfect person
Who despite my best intentions
Will never be more than what I physically am.
But that image is not the me I know
The me I know lives inside my body
Safe from prying eyes
Content in whom he is
Proud of what he has done.
My face tells me who I am
The body is what I feed, too much of,
To keep my face on top.
My face is my mask to the world
For behind it is the real me.
You can look if you like
You can dip your mind into mine
Have a look around
See what happens at any given time
Hopefully it is not too scary
Hopefully like so many
You don’t run off in,
Is it fear or boredom?
For I know I am capable of both
Though that notion bothers me.
I am who I am
These days you can press delete
Block
Ignore
But that would disappoint me
As I think I am more than that
I have a lot to offer.
There is within me
An untapped
Reserve of love.
So be patient with me
I am flawed
But I’m ok.
So what do you see?
When you look into the mirror?
Morpethroad 
beautiful! ❤
Thank you Mandi. Please call again.
Cool poem Michael – I think we will all relate to that!! 🙂 🙂
Thanks Helen, I think you are right.
I Love this!
It took me a while to see the me that I am. And – glad I finally did. 🙂
Great RoSy, I agree it can take us a long time to accept who we really are.
We all look at ourselves and criticise what we see before us in the mirror, underneath the exterior – our shell – lies so much more. We are flawed, none of us being perfect, but it is only through age and wisdom that we realise and can accept who we are.
When I look in the mirror, I see everything going south ~ but I see determination in my eyes, a laughter from my soul and love in my heart 🙂 Nicely nicely done my good friend.
Thanks Jenny, I guess its a sign of aging that our youthful good looks desert us to be replaced by worn down paths and broken edges.
this is true, we have travelled the road…
trouble is its not getting any smoother..
Nope..nope it isn’t 😦
After the holidays I think we all are looking in the mirror and seeing more of ourselves. lol Great poem.
Thanks Anja, there is no doubt about that..it can be so depressing…
So much more than the surface words. Like the person we see in the mirror. The one others see, but not the real person who hides behind the reflection the mirror shows.
Yes it was an exploration of that idea of what you see may not necessarily be what you are or what you get…..we are three dimensional beings after all. Thanks Lyn for that comment, good one.
Fantastic introspective work Michael =) I have body dysmorphia so I try not to spend too much time looking in the mirror because I know I will pull myself apart. Usually I make stupid faces when I look in the mirror and that helps me not to get into the serious critical frame of mind
I think we all see other things in mirrors to what those around us see.We can be hard on ourselves when the ones who know us laugh at our efforts to hide what we really are. Thanks Yves I did like your comment, you had me thinking.
When I see Sam looking at me I can see the love and desire with others I often see a look of amusement/bafflement I am hardest on myself I think
We are always hardest on ourselves, you are right Sam looks at you with love and devotion, he is a smart man and obviously sees more to you than you do, I say bask in that devotion Yves, not everyone is so lucky.
=) I am definitely lucky to have found him
You are most certainly are lucky, enjoy what you have, its special.
I really enjoyed this and could relate to your words. I particularly like the reference to looking up – if only more of us would these days…
Thanks Charlie for your comment. I hope you can visit again. Great to find another Aussie blogger, there don’t appear to be too many. I met another good one while I was in Melbourne. Thank you for following my blog. Please call again.