Standing with a towel
Wrapped around my body
I wipe the mirror of its condensation
I peer through the foggy air
Straining to see myself
The distorted image faces me
Like half a shadow
Only showing part of me
Not the whole picture
It is like my own view
Not quite sure of myself
Not knowing who I am
Like in this foggy bathroom
Eventually the view will clear
And I will see my future
Clearly before me
I only have to believe
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