Brought to a place in what feels like an accident,
Staring into the white lights until it hurts.
In the face of a child I find purity and honesty,
In the face of an adult I find uncertainty and pain.
What is in my face?
This question I cannot answer,
Because while there are many mirrors,
I seem to have misplaced my reflection.
It’s like a meet new person every day,
After brushing my teeth
I look up and see a different face.
Similar in it’s state or expression,
Questioning; a curiosity has taken over.
Weary from time both given and stolen,
At times frustrated from trying to control that which never belonged to them.
My words get lost in bonfire ashes,
And I fade into the night.
A new dawn,
Another moment of life gone.
Feeling like less than a human,
More than a machine.
I go onward,
Operating on reserves and not ready for much.
Even though help is what I need,
I don’t know how to receive.