For the Image I See is an Image that I Fear

For the Image I see is an Image that I Fear

I wake every morning to get ready for the day.

Keeping a prayer in my heart that all will be okay.

As I get ready I avoid looking in the mirror.

For the image I see is an image that I fear.

I see a little girl standing there.

In a world of her own without pain she’s had to bare.

She doesn’t have a worry or doubt within her mind.

Life is pure and simple and everything is kind.

She’s still always learning everything she can.

She trusts all she’s told about that there’s a life plan.

As the day slowly ticks along.

I feel more weak than strong.

But wherever I go I still avoid looking in the mirror.

For the image I see is an image that I fear.

I see a young girl standing there.

In a world of her own with very little pain she’s had to bare.

She still knows no life’s heartache.

Or just how much it will take.

She has a simple outlook on what life has on hand.

Not knowing that life will not always be joyful and so grand.

She still has a smile upon her face.

Not knowing of the coldness that’s a hard embrace.

It’s almost noon now and I still try to push on through.

Trying to get by, trying for a different point of view.

After lunch I clean up but again avoid the mirror.

For the image I see is an image that I fear.

I see a young woman standing there.

In a world of her own with a bit more pain she’s had to bare.

Life has given her challenges but seems to see the light.

Nothing too dark has happened and still has hope in sight.

Though there’ve been disappointments and things not gone her way.

In her heart she holds close that things will still be okay.

As the day starts to come to a close, and I start to head on out.

I pack my things and hang my head for I still have so much doubt.

As I am leaving I avoid looking all around for I don’t want to see a reflection and I avoid any mirror.

For the image I see is an image that I fear.

I see a young adult standing there.

In a world of her own with a lot of pain she’s had to bare.

Dreams that she’s had that have not come true.

She seeks another point of view.

She still has hope for tomorrow.

For not yet has she drowned in sorrow.

In whatever life gives her she still has a smile.

And still believes that there is something worthwhile.

Oh, the lies and disappointments she now begins to learn.

But still holds on way down deep that someday her dreams will be her turn.

I am at home now, and alone I shed a tear.

The day has not gone well but it’s the same day after day, year after year.

I cook a little dinner and turn on the TV.

Broken hearts and broken people seems to be all that I can see.

As I get ready to end the day.

The prayer I had to start with has now just faded away.

As I get ready to go off to bed I still avoid looking in the mirror.

For the image I see is an image that I fear.

I see all the people that I knew that I would see.

The happy little girl so joyful and so free.

The young girl learning just what life may send her way.

Still smiling and embracing each and every day.

The woman with life experiences but still has a caring heart.

Not letting life control her, and not letting happiness depart.

Where did all these go too and where are they now?

I look in the mirror and see an older woman there somehow.

She’s aged but has a smile and a peaceful look upon her face.

My mind is all a wonder, my mind is all a race.

As I close my eyes I came to see,

That all the images that were there are who I was in the past and who I can still be.

As I close my eyes I realize that tomorrow is another day.

That I don’t have to be disappointed and all will be okay.

I have all those moments with me though they may be down deep.

I still have them with me and will always keep.

And in the morning I don’t avoid the mirror.

For the image I see is an image that I no longer fear.