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In the Mirror

I stand before the glass, just me,
Tracing lines of what I used to be.
A soldier’s past, a poet’s hand,
A leader built to take command.

The years were long, the nights were deep,
Where love and loss both dared to creep.
But in my heart, a flame still stays,
Guiding me through shifting days.

And yet, the twist within the frame—
This man I see, he looks the same.
But eyes that search the world anew,
Are finally seeing someone true.

©Nelly Vee