A moment in the mirror I visit myself.
I choose to peek because I seek to connect within.
I’m reluctant to face the panic inside and
yet I know it will bring ease if I listen.
I feel the chaos in the world.
I hold it in my shoulders and my stomach.
I want to see me so I look again in the mirror.
I’m still here.
I see gentleness and impatience.
Calmness and panic.
I am all emotions for I am one with all.
I see you I say to myself.
I see my willingness to keep walking
and talking, and smiling
using my eyes
behind my mask.
Life is not against me nor am I against life.
Life becomes what I focus on.
Intolerable sometimes and
incredibly blessed at others.
I am grateful breath happens.
I am grateful my heartbeat happens.
I am grateful for my able-body.
I am grateful for my able-mind.
I hold the heartache of dis-ease and
dis-ability and de-mentia.
I hold all my birthdays because I was there,
in body, yes and in mind, most of the time.
I experience life day by day, hour by hour and
sometimes I miss what is happening because I abandon my post.
Always I find my way home.
I look in the mirror and I’m still here.