What I see when I look in the mirror

I seen a man riddled with anxiety but you would never know.

A man that smiles with confidence and an inside that never shows.

A heart that beats at the same pace of a velociraptor feet when chasing its prey

Jazz hands as my limbs throb from the elbow to my finger tip with nervous shakes.

The broken words spewed from my lips due the seismic quakes in my voice box.

Battling a known known and being unable to overcome is quite unorthodox.

It has a hold of me rather me having hold of it.

What it doesn’t know is, to overcome it I will never quit.

Amazing how a man can be affected by this, especially when he come across to be emotionless.

Is it weak for a man to express this

It doesn’t matter when I claim strength in baring what my truth is.

André Reid


4 thoughts on “Mirror

  1. Beautiful. Fight on, young man, and know that you are a victor, never a victim. Wonderful post.

    Liked by 2 people

  2. powerful, you can win with persistent effort!
    Well written 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

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