Who do I see looking in the mirror?
I see a good man, a kind man.
A man capable of a great many things.
A man who knows what true love brings.
Who knows how to cry.
Who has caused hurt.
A man who has seen hardship.
And has enjoyed freedom.
A man who takes responsibility for others.
A man who is at times lost.
A man who knows the cost, of his darkness.
I see a man who has not reached his peak
But knows the way.
A man who is healing. A man who has seen rock bottom.
And yet still cheers for life regardless.
I see a man who is loving.
Who is loved.
Who has vision.
Yet doesn’t have all the answers.
I see a man who sometimes wanders
Without seeing the steps.
I see a man who cares for others
And himself at times forgets.
I see a man who wants to learn from all life offers.
But is afraid of truth. Yet still, I see a man committing to be braver.
And faces fears with nails and tooth.
I see a man who both loves and scolds himself.
A man who strives for an ideal. A better world.
I see a man who’s learning to unfurl.
This is a man who can dance with the devil
But won’t go to bed with it. To keep his whit.
I see a man who despite everything, tries.
Who gives his all.
I see a man who has sacrificed himself and others
For greed. And for love.
I see a man who knows violence
And deeply desires peace.
I see a man who has come a long way.
And who has yet many roads to walk.
I see not one man. I see all versions. From child to old age.
He is there in the same eyes.
I see not just this man. I see every man I’ve ever met.