The Mirror-Ashlyn Cook

Morning.

Sweet rays of warmth

awaken me.

As I begin my day, I pass a mirror.

It stands, so sure

of the world

of itself

of it's authority.

Every morning I am drawn to it.

It's call beckons me,

so I find myself in front of it.

There I stare,

my reflecting staring back.

I do not judge my appearance.

Vanity, for the moment put aside for something more;

TRUTH.

I gaze into my eyes.

Their deep blue mirrors my soul.

It's that I study.

Sad, incomplete

They are lost.

Who am I?

It's the same everyday.

The same questions so that that each time I can discover

another clue

another piece.