I see myself in the mirrors image,
and I wonder where is the one who dreamed?
The motions of life have ebbed,
and I don't know what's left of me.
Who is this shadow of who I was?
I look and see someone unknown.
Not the picture I remember when my heart
beat with vision, wanting adventure.
Always desiring better, higher, more.
Now I look to survive, to make another day,
striving again and again never knowing days end.
I look deeper in the mirror and a tear falls,
I feel the same thirst she feels.
The same ache remains in my very guts.
To reach, to attain, to touch the breath of miracles.
Desire burn once more!
Tear off the years that have aged the flow
of passion in my veins.
Let me wake to the birthing of the morning light
with the fire of a warrior within.
And engrave upon my spirit this one thing yet;
ARISE!!
Copyright by Christine Smith 2002
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