reflect & resolve

At times I consider my reflection in the mirror. . . .revealing. . . .enough.

Enough with the worries.

Enough with the wrinkles.  

Enough with the worldly woes.

What is is. 

At times I gaze within and through the looking glass. . . .resolving. . . .enough.

Enough of the care.

Enough of the comfort.

Enough of the compassion.

What is not is not.

If I miss out on bickering battles,

I am not here to hug and huddle.

If I break down with each break up,

I am not here to hope and heal.

If I grow gray with growing up,

I am not here to love and lift.

What is is.

What is not is not.

If it is to be it is up to me.