Poem: Reflections of a Man Alone

Reflections of a Man Alone

© 2010

I look in the mirror,

As I stand proud and tall.

"Am I there?" I ask.

I notice that I'm trembling,

Hiding in a corner. God,

I am so weak. Stand up straight!

So I do, but with a lack of dignity.

It seems to me, looking at

Myself, that I am drowning

In a pool of selfish tears.

"Come on, now," I tell myself,

"Stop crying and be a man!"

I look up at myself, while

I look down at myself.

Strange, how two reflections

Make up one body. But

Which reflection is really me?

I am both. Yet I am

One. As I flood myself,

I look at my pride.

"Why? How? How can I be

So proud? I have nothing!"

I look down

At myself and say, "Well,

Why am I such

A crybaby? What do I

Not have that I do?"

"I have pride," I say,

"But I, however, do not."

And so I leave my reflections:

The reflections of pride;

The reflections of a man alone.