Light

Mirror, Mirror on the wall.

Show me the fairest of them all.

I stand in front of my mirror, and I look upon it, only to find it hard to see myself.

I stand in front of my mirror, suddenly aware of the lack of attention I have given.

I stand in front of my mirror, afraid and conscious that I cannot see myself again.

I stand in front of my mirror, saddened by my own neglect to clean this mirror.

I stand in front of my mirror, asking myself when and why it has come to this.

Unable to see.

This mirror of mine, my window to my own,

I have only myself to bear its condition,

I have only myself to blame for its condition.

Wanting to see.

This mirror of mine, slowly, let it be surely so.

If it must be iron that chisels you, I will do so.

Long past was the opportunity for soft cloth, 

Gentleness will avail nothing to clean this dirt.

I need strength. 

Give me strength.

I need hope.

Give me hope.

For I long to see my own.