T H E M I R R O R

I can see you, though you hide behind the opaque glass. It's confidence that I observe, but it's competence I do not feel. Your power and presence, the aura of safe haven. However for me, is it an identity I’ve mistaken?

As clear as day I see you, but my vision remains hazy. Tonight, I will try again. However, this time I will shut my eyes instead, because the mirror hasn’t done the trick.