I still question what is my own reflection?

 

Looking into a steamed mirror

Staring not at my outward reflection

Looking toward myself to find.

To find, my reflections from inside.

 

I begin to wipe the mirror and stare.

 

A heart that pumps the blood I need.

Keeping my body alive.

An organ no bigger than a fist.

My life continues.

 

However, my heart is not just an organ.

It represents my love.

The love coursing in my veins.

My life has purpose. 

 

A mind that signals my needs.

Keeping my body moving.

An organ with no sense of pain.

My life continues.

 

However, my mind holds memories in its pores.

Filled with love’s unique passions.

A sponge that forged my identity.

My life has purpose.

 

I get dressed and walk outside my dorm.

 

I see peers walking in mimic clothing.

Vibrant colors lost in predetermined “uniqueness.”

Unique minds punished for not conforming.

Our lives continue.

 

Conformity controlling the progression of a generation

Lives not fulfilled to serve their own purpose.

The world searching for a spotless reflection.

There lives searching for a purpose.

 

Why do I have to question my own reflection? 

 

A piece of advice:

The sooner one stops looking for their reflection in a mirror or in others.

The sooner they can learn about their reflections from inside.