I looked into the mirror to see,
The reflection of an old woman staring back at me.
Where was I, how could this be?
Was someone playing a trick on me?
I pushed and I prodded,
But mirror and frame were solid.
Was my vision somehow clouded?
Part of me thought this trick should be applauded.
I move here and there trying to outrace,
But with every motion the illusion keeps pace.
Is this a trick of time and space?
Or should I close my eyes and end this race?
This image, this form, this likeness
The vision was definitely not mindless.
Had I succumbed to some sort of blindness,
Or was I in a state of crisis?
Where was my face, my lips, my eyes?
Who was this person in disguise?
Pale skin, auburn hair, blue eyes,
The same, yet different, I had to surmise.
Was this old woman somehow me?
This is impossible, it cannot be!
Just yesterday I was only age three,
A young child full of glee.
A small part of my brain had to admit,
Though my heart did not want to commit.
With a deep breath, I dug deep and summoned my grit.
The old woman was me, I had to admit.
Everything & Nothing 