The Cynical Reflection

l see him there in the looking glass,
A shadow reflected, a silhouette…
a solitary figure,
he’s alone.
Alone for reasons one cannot comprehend,
Lost there in the mists,
the harbor of the heart.

I see his head nod,
his shoulders shake just a bit,
nearly imperceptible.
The cracks are well-worn but patched,
A foundation built of episodes,
years of pain - solid and sturdy.


he is strong now - or is he?
bulwarked by the trauma,
Fortified by the tears of broken relationships,
Strengthened by the love he has earned for himself…
A love grown in the darkness,
nurtured in the mist,
Cherished on the waves and the long dusty path.



It is a smile he shows in his reflection…a broken smile,
an enduring chuckle,
That doesn’t quite reach his eyes or dance in his soul.
he’s alone.
Alone by choice,
alone for reasons none may know,
None may want to know,
unless they join him in the laughter.

LuQ
July2005
TwistedDemented