I gaze in the mirror as it gazes at me
I don’t recognize the face that I see
I expected a hero, yet this isn’t he
For I’m not the man that I wanted to be
I once had goals and grand aspirations
Yet as I look in my eyes all I see are frustrations
The dreams I attained are startlingly few
I didn't accomplish what I set out to do.
The man in my future who I saw up ahead,
That man never lived and yet, he is dead
He's faded away like a faint apparition
And with him all of my youthful ambition
I am no champion, strong, sure, and sound
Life beat me down, right to the ground.
I know that it seems I’m just a mess
It's not true! I’m “ok”, I’ve made some progress
Though I'm not the man you wanted to be
I hold to the hope that you’ll accept me
So, I look at the stranger wearing my face
And hope younger me would offer him grace.
M.T. Bennett is a husband, father, student, blacksmith, and the author of "Dark and Bright: Poetry and Prose". His work is printed in various publications including HEAL, Poet's Choice Zine, In-Training, Chiasm, Supernatural Studies, and Intuition. Bennett digitally resides on Twitter and Medium @BennettEmpty.