The Mirror

This mirror, the one in my hand.
This mirror…right here.
Harbors no reflectivity.
Radiates nothing but pain.
Shards of splintered glass lie here.
Embedded.
This mirror, the one IN my hand.
Could not attain reflection of self.
It just became red.
This mirror, the one in my hand.
This mirror right HERE – dripping!
Broken.
This mirror…

Life Walks Beside Me

Life does not pass me by -
It simply walks beside me.
Not hand in hand
For this is no love affair.
I simply catch it.
A fleeting glimpse -
From the corner of my eye,
In my shadows -
Beckoning.
One slender finger exposed...
Resonant of our dear Grim Reaper!
Emotionally chipping away -
Wanting to play...
Wanting of prey.
They; two sides of the same coin -
Life and death; in the same breath.
I am their purchase.
A treat, this life of promise.
Should I follow the reapers song?
Is death perhaps the release?
The peace...
This piece of me? Unsettled unscored -
Not one to be ignored.
Life creeps behind my shadows, still.
It is MY will.
And I choose neither one nor other.
This is MY earth 'neath MY toes
And these are MY footsteps trodden
On rocky roads
Painting footsteps into stories
Until I'm done...
Until I AM done.
I'll let them be...
I'll let them be.
Life and death can fight for me.