Fog On The Mirror

There’s fog on the mirror, it’s blocking my gaze

As I search for the man from my yesterdays

My heart becomes heavier the longer I stare

For only the fog am I seeing in there

My vision is yearning for some little sign

A small slice of beauty that I can call mine

Despite all my efforts I fill with despair

Til finally I surrender to just what is there

My mind starts to wander, regret settles in

For the son, husband, father I wish I had been

Then all of a sudden the room fills with light

I gaze back in the mirror, a most beautiful sight

Though the fog still remains the view becomes clear

That fog is my breath saying, “I am still here”

Rock On!