The Bathroom Mirror

Late last night my soul was disturbed. I was tensed and uncomfortable.
I left our bed and sluggishly entered our bathroom.
Leaning over the porcelain basin I lifted my head and looked at myself in the
Mirror.

“where are you?” I wanted to ask, but just how ridiculous would I look talking
To myself? Instead, I looked deeply into my own eyes and tried to find the boy I
Once was. Strangely I think he was looking back…I looked deeper and surely enough
There he was trying to see the man he would one day become.

I’d love to say I have no regrets, but sadly in that moment, its regret that I felt.
How I had let that little man down, how I had not accomplished all the things that
Young boy had planned.

As a tear found its way slowly down my cheek, I realised through cloudy eyes
That he was crying too. Was he aware of my disappointment? Was he aware
That I was aware of his?

I turned to walk away but felt a need to apologise, as I reached the bathroom door,
I turned to say one last “I’m sorry…” but as fate would have it he was no longer there.
I returned to bed hoping that as that boy looked in that mirror
and looked into my Soul, that He would one day have no regrets…

but as I lay here,

I realise He has…