When I look in the mirror 
What do I see?
A stranger’s face looking back at me!

I curse you for what you reflect upon,
and curse the time you have taken from
the youthful spirit and agility,
that once was the reflection that I would see.

So here I am plain in view 
I buckle and yield to my reflection’s view 
or steel myself with perspective new
and create a future,  bold and true,
And shed the shackles of ages weight.

Let loose the chains,
let go that fate is predetermined,
instead it is my choice 
to wither and weaken, 
or raise my voice

I am the source of what I see.
I reflect upon what I may be
and when I blame how I occur, 
upon the circumstances, you may be sure,
I’ll quickly own responsibility
and be humbled with humility

When present to a Love so profound
Silence is the only sound.

—

David Bibbey | Woodbury, Connecticut