Mirror of My Soul
A mirror stands in the center of the room
I see my reflection in it
the image is jumbled
mixing and matching pieces of my soul
a good piece here and a bad piece there
The jigsaw puzzle is never ending
an edge piece by the middle
a center piece next to it
a good piece near the bottom
a bad piece near the top
trying to figure the puzzle out
that is the hard part
trying to keep the pieces together
get the superglue
it will be needed
some pieces will be stubborn
others will cooperate
some will be simple
others will be complex
the pieces require thought
the christian part is fighting against instinct
the imagination is fighting against realism
the judgmental part wants to judge black and white
hide the shades of gray
the joking sides wars to overcome the serious side
the path between right and wrong tries to blur
the irritations clash the happy parts
the stereotyping need clashes with impression
anger against tranquility
sadness against happiness
the jigsaw transforms into a crystal ball
but the crystal ball isn't perfect
it is flawed in a beautiful way
a crack here
a crack there
this fragment shows the entertainment
this fragment shows the anger
this one shows how happy I felt that special moment
this one shows the sadness dropped like a bomb
this one shows love for the family
the fragments in another part show irritations
one shows the irritations of impatient drivers
one shows the irritation of having to do things over
one shows the irritation of tv stars
one shows the irritation of excuses
the fragments in this section show the realizations
older siblings are scape goats for younger siblings
true friendship and what it means
what I shouldn't attempt
respect is earned not a given right
this part shows what I recall by sight
the fresh scent of pine trees
the sight of people conversing
flowers swaying in the breeze
the trends evident everywhere
one part shows comparisons people have made
Mount St Helens for my slightly explosive temper
the light at the end of the tunnel
a prickly pear
Phase Ten for my mood shifts
this part shows what I see as soul
the music in your head
the flourishing flower in the desert
raindrops on flower petals
the world in a child's eyes
the parts reflected all over are the difficult ones
Kryssiyana shows when I eat sugar
Riley comes out when I believe strongly about something
Jaycen comes out with the adventure
Jaylen comes out to counter Jaycen
Onyx emerges when I am able to give knowledge
Arizona comes out for the home stunts
Araiel is seen when I want something
Dionysus is the exact opposite of her namesake
Quin is evident when I use my brain
Ororo is seen when I need to learn
Azraiel counters Ororo
the war is waging between them
a mask rests over them to hide the war
the soul struggles to come together
the lines are blurred
the sides unclear
the soul is confused
superglue doesn't always help
the fragments scatter
sides are drawn
picked by strength
picked by tenacity
picked by hard work
picked by toil
freedom is in between the sides
freedom helps both sides equal
the angel and the demon on the shoulder
they are bickering and leading
they lead the armies in the war
potential is everywhere
potential can strike at any time
potential can permeate the strongest
potential can destroy the weakest
potential can be harsh
the soul is a many facet thing
a fragment here
a fragment there
a jigsaw of images
a crystal ball full of cracks
the cracks separate the images
the cracks bring the images together
the jigsaw puzzle is complete
the picture different for everyone
the picture a true reflection of the soul
the images in the jigsaw
they are an intricate mural
a painting on a canvas
a picture under an artist's brush
the picture forming brush stroke by brush stroke
the colors whirl together and create beauty
create beauty unique to me
the painting, the mural
the colors blend all facets of me
the colors blend all facets into one uniquely me