Looking in the mirror, the dark image becomes a little clearer. Day by day, the bathroom fog lifts.

Sometimes it is meeting someone online that sparks, Sparks a thought that makes me think “Why not?” Sometimes it is a horoscope, so random but so apropos.

Reflecting on one’s own soul is useful, But if the mirror is dirty, I could see an incorrect image. Though I try, everyday, every shower, looking in the mirror, Knowing what I need to do, what I need to improve, The image is still there, still dark, still difficult to shake.

I write poetry, if I can call it that, for my own benefit. I share it for my benefit as well, to expose myself, I think it keeps me more honest. Honesty, after all, is the best mirror of all.