The mirror and me

In the mirror, I look at me..
Seeing the flaws, but pleased generally.

Fine lines of life trying to sneak in
I haven't drawn them and nor has destiny..
Nor did those years I am at the other side of,
Nor my lack of sleep...

Its the story of my dreams,
The dreams that I chose to make a reality...
I might have given up some..
But they still define me

That first step holding my dad's hands..
Looking for assurance forever it had to be
And then there was freedom of breaking the shackles.
Out was I , not knowing where tomorrow would take me...

Exploring directions leading to destinations..
Some left mid way
Nevertheless qualified to be a memory

I juggled through those paths
A smooth sailing for god's other creation
A roller coaster for me
Though the joy never left my heart
Oh I could experience what could never  bring them glee

So, in the mirror I look at me..
Seeing the flaws but pleased generally

Hey woman, have you really changed deep inside,
Or it is just the mirror that defies thee

I still dream with my eyes open - some realized in a jiffy
And some will always be dreams as they are meant to be

Getting  ready for another day...would it be fun or misery...
Would it make me regret or proud or nostalgic
Would I give something up or grab that opportunity
Would my dreams be transformed into bigger ones
Or would they bow to the watch of practicality
These are not just choices but way of my everyday life...

As today, in the mirror I look at me
Seeing the flaws but pleased generally
Invisible wings flutter within me..
Yet again letting my spirits free...