Before the glass, a stranger I behold,
A face that wears a mask of distant woe,
The eyes that once shone bright, now tired and cold,
A twisted visage, lost in shadows’ flow.
It seems the mirror lies, or I have changed,
The self I knew, now lost in misty haze,
Within my mind, emotions rearranged,
In this distorted glass, I’m lost in maze.
Yet through this fractured self, I’ll seek His light,
To mend the shattered shards of who I’ve been,
For deep within, there’s still a burning might,
A spirit strong, unbroken by the din.
Though mental storms may cloud all that I see,
I’ll find my way through this uncertainty.
Hayden Coombs 