Inner Mirrors

By Rashad Booker

I’ve walked through mirrors where reflection cried, been in situations where I had to swallow my

 pride. My feet have trod on pathways made of mist, kissed by a sun that never quite existed I’ve

 held the silence of a cosmic void and felt the universe, both unalloyed and destroyed.

Where sorrows brewed and laughter turned to stone, I carried mountains, not of earth or bone. 

Woven shadows heavy as dream, and watched my spirit flow against the stream, my vessel lost 

on oceans made of doubt, with every star around me flickering out.

Yet in that deep where gravity unspun I found my core, a never setting sun my breath became a 

wind that carved the sky, the drumbeat of a reason why. I learned threads of truth and whispers 

of what’s right. I replaced my shattered mirrors of broken perception, to a fixed mirror of 

strength, courage, and might to wipe away the finger prints of life’s hidden deception.

By Rashad Booker