Loving Chi (c)
I look in the mirror, what do I see?
A very strange image staring back at me.
Where is the kindness, I like to share?
Shrouded in blackness, as I stand there.
The mirror is hazy, blurry and stark,
Why does my image look so dark?
I try again, I focus ahead,
My eyes stare back, ever so dead.
I rub my eyes and try once more,
I see my dark side, ever so raw.
My hand lifts up, in a straight line,
What stares back, has a hateful sign.
My image is rigid, stoic and black,
It’s shamed, it’s ugly, but starts to crack.
I stare once more, with kinder eyes,
This time I look close, past all the lies.
I glimpse the kind soul, lying within,
I start to smile and lift up my chin.
I leave with this image, held tight to me,
And start my day, with a loving chi.
