House of Mirrors

My reflections are moving in nearer

as I stand here

in my house of mirrors.

Some are chipped, some need dusting.

Some are polished to a shine, crystal-clear.

Some are obvious, some are deceiving.

But there is not one I would end up leaving

for they all are a part of my whole being.

Many abstractions

reflecting the multiple lives

I could have lived

or am living.