Mirror Therapy

7 AM in the morning and every muscle in my body cringes

Battled with my books till the midnight bell stopped ringing

Lately my pen has been call but I rarely answer

Cause most time it writes things that are controversial

Here I stand, in my mirror, looking who is beyond the other side

He has this frown on his face, nearly about to cry

Looking like the world is crashing on him

He isn't Atlas so why would mother nature pick him?

So I look into his eyes and ask him what is going on?

All he could say was, I don't know myself no more

Sitting down, we talk and talk and talk so more

While pointing to him saying, pick yourself back up

Show him a picture of his family and said these words

"Look, they depend and have faith in you, don't prove them wrong"

Silence, clouding the whole atmosphere

He wipes his face, held his chin high, looking to the ceiling now

We touch our hands, figuratively

I smiled and said your future is so bright and glaring

I stand up and so does he

Happier than before he went on his knees

I said, the road is tough but many patients count on thee

So are you gonna give up and say you can't sign this deal?

It is easier to give up than to fight through

And I have never been known to take the easy way out, never in a billion years on the moon

He thanks me, and I could tell he was gonna give it his all

My mirror therapy with the broken mirror on my wall.