A day shall come when you see the reflections of none but yourself
In the frigid mirrors of life.
The day you try to understand your understanding.
The day when you see the bitter side of the dark in the broadest of daylights,
When light becomes a mere mallow on your sweet solitary path.
The day you rub your eyes not only to stop the tears but
to see what can actually be seen,
The day when you scrub yourself to remove the stains on those frigid mirrors of life.
The day when you find yourself in the darkest abyss of life and
All you see is your world falling apart like a deck of cards under its own mighty weight.
It is then that a nightless day dawns forth,
The brightest day of your life in all the days to come.
The day you take your stand,
pushing aside your beliefs, your inhibitions and even your bonds of love.
The day when beauty sprouts out from your very own stained battered skin and
Realization lets you fly as high as your own imagination.
The day when all reflections shall remain just mere reflections
And you shall find your soul at impenetrable peace
in the deepest corner of your fearless heart.
Those frigid mirrors would now reflect your light of glory which shall cease no more.
The day when you shall have an innocent wonderful smile on your face,
A sparkle in your eyes and contentment in your mighty heart.
Oh My gregarious Champion!
You shall face such a day in this very life or the next.
You shall learn to strive through your happiness and laugh through your agony.
And on that very cognizant day you shall agnize the beauty that lies within and all around you.
