IN THE MIRROR

The morning came, as I got out of bed to the cold surroundings,

Headed to the bathroom as is usual, to an opened medicine cabinet.

I closed it not really wondering why it was opened and brushed

My teeth,

Quiet was the morning as I thought I heard my own voice speaking.

Imagination working, I thought to myself, again but it was calling me,

An eerie, long, whisper, perhaps a bit tired as I rationalized the moment.

Walking away I stopped and turned swearing I saw something in the mirror,

My skin crawled so I moved fast towards the door to get outside.

There was no one to tell because it would be I the crazy one indeed,

Whatever it was did exist, at least in the mind of a man now afraid.

I had to go back in there to see, to find out if it was real, was I crazy,

It wasn’t expected but when I looked in the mirror he as I now call him.

It was there staring at me, eyeing me, a tiny sort of a being.

My heart seemed to stop as he pointed to his face, I was in shock,

I now understood that he was me, in the mirror I now could see.

Keith Garrett