In front of my mirror, naked
A reflection of pictures on my wall
hanging there
staring at me, smiling at me.

I wonder about the days gone by
about the good times
about my family, friends
moving out and coming into my life.

I wonder how innocent I was
how adventurous I was
about all the activities and fun
I was part of, how it all disappeared.

In front of my mirror, naked
A reflection of my old self
my scars from the car accident
my crow’s feet, my wrinkles.

//By Steffi