Stranger in the mirror
My mirror often finds me a stranger
my eyes haven't melted with the warmth of my heart.
I haven't read the meaning of the frown lines on my forehead.
Have yet to learn to form smile lines to replace the frown.
I haven't taken a step forward emotionally I am on zero miles stone.
How will I know the strength of my wings if I have not flown?
Thought I was directionless not realizing that the fun of flying is in the flight and not direction.
Our whole life is less than a chalk line on the blackboard of eternity.
I realize of late, fate can shackle my feet and clip my wings, but it cannot stop my dreams and through them, I will work out a path to fulfill my destiny.
All this is possible, the moment I realize that I am the stranger in the mirror.
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