I live scared. But, I live.
I blink and so lose fractions of vision. Yet, I see.
I hold my breath. And still, I require fresh air.
I am loud. Oh but how I yearn for my silence.
I can’t believe it! Oh, though! I am a believer!
I age. But there is no doubt I feel the excitement of youth.
I inquire. Though some answers I can give.
I smile. Even when I cry.
I anger. Though joy rules my life.
Different sides of the same mirror.