A new beginning?

I see the mirror yet again,
Its gleaming surface—crystal clear.
I see myself, familiar face
Of constant suffering and fear.

I see behind me—burdened past,
Cold stares which pierce my fragile skin.
I wish to leave it all behind,
To seek a way to be redeemed.

I see my present, see my past,
My eyes are stuck, I can’t move on.
There is no future here for me,
Yet here I stay—frozen, alone.

I see the day, I see the night,
They pass by me, yet time is still.
Confusion flares through saddened eyes…
The distant scent of daffodils.

I was, I am, but will I be?
I cannot see past blurry glass.
The future I cannot control,
Only this moment which will pass.

I close my eyes and hope to break
The endless cycle of self-doubt.
What will I face? Awakened hope?
Or ancient fears which will devour
What’s left of this unyielding mould?

– Patricia