I wait for brighter days to come,
Though it seems they've passed and gone.
Today, I looked in the mirror,
But what I saw wasn't clear.
Beyond the surface, in a dark fog,
No light, just a shadowy log.
The skin's a shade, a cover to decay,
Hides and protects from the outside display.
A puppet led by the soul's command,
Inside, a figure waiting for the soul to understand.
Curtains ready to open, guards set aside,
A glimpse of what's hidden inside.
© camvickbone