The Man in the Mirror

I carefully look in the mirror,
a stranger looks back.
A complete unknown,
with a face hurt and worn out...

I touch his face
and the stranger in the mirror
does the same.
Each movement is a complete copy...

I touch the surface of the mirror,
feeling the smooth, glass surface.
I carefully trace the face of the man
in the mirror. Wounded and sad.

Eyes that reflect the pain time had caused.
A face covered with invisible scars that
will never mend. A man battered
by fear and worn out by time.

Tears roll down my face as I
stare back at the man in the mirror.
Tears filled with endless pity,
and the urge to reach out and give help.

The man in the mirror cracks
a smile. Eyes filling up with tears.
Trying to say something,
trying to ask for help.

Tears flood his eyes,
as he whispers something
to me. I heard it and I too
start to cry, when I realized

that the man in the mirror
was not a stranger. The man in
the mirror was someone I know,
I realized that the man is me...