The Mirror

I wonder if the mirror is exactly as they say it is
Reflection
Of who I once was
Who I say I want to be
And who I am

I wonder if it is exactly what I set it up to be
Or if those were one in three
Not three in one

And that the reflection
Is actually a constriction
A lens in which,
I had decided
For myself
What life I was going to live

But the reality is
There is not one mirror
Nor one reflection
And the many versions
Is not a failure, but a freedom

A vow to self,
To never be confined
By a version you thought you’d be
But ended up not being.