The Mirror

Remind me who I am.
As I stand in front of your glossy smooth barrier,
I plead with you.
Show me, tell me about me. The real me. 
The one I used to know.
I remember knowing, I know that I knew 
but I can't recall what it was.
All I see is tired lines and a glass measuring cup.
But you know.
 I know you do.
And if I can just be a tiny bit brave,
and reach.... a little bit deeper
Into this long-forgotten well, an under-used sanctuary,
I will likely fall in.
But coming up on the other side with glorious gasps of air
I throw my head back and laugh out loud.
I can't believe I'm on this side of the mirror now.
And I remember everything.
I see what you see.
I know who I am.