The mirror doesn't lie

So, I took that look in the mirror. Literally and figuratively. I did find some things I didn't like and I am taking steps to change them.

Who

And tonight the question is "who am I?" I am a motorcyclist, indeed, however I don't think that is who I am any longer. I am also no longer a strongman. (Apparently thinking about being a strongman is not enough! And I've lost sight of and any connection to the need for being a strongman.) I am a guitarist and a singer. Middling. Both.

Perhaps I am a writer. Perhaps I am a poet. Perhaps an essayist? Perhaps not.

Tonight I am going to take a look in the mirror. I don't think I'll find the answer to tonight's question by ponderance, so I will see what is carried in the reflection.

The inspiration and the poem

The inspiration - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0bCgaHoqGYU




The poem


She immersed herself in his song
Swam in it and swayed

She looked at him and saw him as he was
Beautiful and imperfect

And she loved him
Now and forever
Whither he went, whither he did

He stood tall and square and occasionally bowed his head in thought and repose
And he sang beautiful songs
And his river ran deep
To depths beyond light

He stood tall and square and he knew he knew love
Hers
And his

They immersed themselves in their song
Swam in it and swayed

Sometimes

Sometimes...

I don't feel strong.
All I want to do is sleep.

Sometimes...

It all feels stacked up.
And it hurts.

Sometimes...

I feel lonely.

Sometimes...

I just want to be held.

Most of the time I am strong enough for the world and have vision and answers. Most of the time I am there. Most of the time.

But sometimes...