Reflections of a Mis-shaped Me

Misshaped me

What are these ripples that I see
Reflections of a mis-shaped me.
Fragments of the past stand still,
Of tears of loss that never ends,
I hold the pieces in my hand
Fragments of a mis-shaped me.

Tell me of the things I can’t recall,
Reflections of a mis-shaped me.
Laughter of a child at play,
The loving hugs I always gave,
The joyful songs I used to sing,

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Tell me of the past
Fragments of who I used to be.
Take away the veils so I can see
Reflections of a mis-shaped me.

Moments of clarity reveal
The questions  that I have to ask;
Who am I?
Why am I here?
What is the purpose of my life?
The threads that connect humanity!

27 December, 2011