Mirror, Mirror

While searching for meaning in all that is, in dreams, illness and challenges, these words came to me.

The people that I meet are but an image of me.

                Am I so full of anger, resentment and worry?

The events that occur are but a reproduction.

                Am I so full of hatred, sadness and fear?

The dreams that I have are an echo.

                Am I so full of insecurity, regret, and loneliness?

The illnesses I endure are but a resonance.

                Am I so full of withholding, controlling and lacking?

A case of mistaken identity, I hoped and I supposed.

But the messages keep repeating.

Why is it that I do not see these reflections of me?

For this case of mistaken identity, what do I need?

 Until I can find the correct focus, this is all I have.

I do love you.

I am truly sorry.

I do beg and plead for forgiveness, for all of this and so much more.

My affection for you runs deep and true.

I thank you for your love and your patience.

Love and Light,