I awoke in a room with shimmering walls in each orb brightly shines.

I see a face distorted that I recognize as mine. I see a thread linking the impressions I've made, and all the joy and sadness that I myself have laid

I see the way I look and stand through other peoples eyes

And I think of all the times that I have laughed and I have cried. I have the feeling that  the spark of doubt in my mind has died. I feel  that I had held my breath and I have finally sighed.

Its clear now that the vision in the mirror is not me. I am not a weak child who would turn tail and flee. A man coming to his own is all that I see.  And nothing will deter me from what I'm meant to be.