JANUARY 1ST PORTRAIT IN THE SHOWER
I see myself in the mirror as I look into my brown eyes, as I wonder about its seriousness.
My dark silent shadow stands quietly against the wall behind me staring back at us both.
I gather my thoughts to myself and ask myself questions about all of the wrongs that plaqued my past,
The questions held my mind hostage as I waited patiently for answers that never came.
No there was no dialogue that came from my lips because they remained closed, and silent.
As I jumped out of the shower water beaded up, and rolled down my brown skin to the blue shag mat below.
I stood still like a mannequin watching, naked un moving as time passed from seconds to minutes.
I was hypnotized by my own reflection that hid the secrets inside of my minds eye like a mask
I stood still, silent, stone like, and stoic unseemly indifferent or unaffected by any pleasure or pain.
I had just passed over the threshold from the old year into the new wondering what awaits me on the other side.
I wondered how did destiny get me from there to here, and to the the place where I now stand.
I listened to the still silent voice speaking inside me, and realised that it was not one voice that I heard but two.
One voice addressed my spirit, and the other voice addressed the soul of my flesh, and I heard them clear, and distinct inside me.
I realized it was the same voice that had guided me down thru the years when dire crisis, and trouble turned in to be my treasures.
I had journeyed within, lost within myself until I was suddenly snatched out to see me standing alone dry, and the emptiness I had was gone.
I had a renewed feeling of reassurance inside telling me this year would be brighter, and more ecstatic than I could imagine.
I Inhaled a breath of air, and exhaled a sigh of relief knowing that the best was yet to be, and I was yet to see Gods Grace enfold before my eyes.