My Mirror

I closed my eyes .
I opened them again ,

to see a drop of tear in front of mirror .
A real me cry .
Can you please stop one moment before to leave ,
Will not tell you to wipe my mirror ,
I reached down inside to find myself in front of the mirror .
I will discover happiness is a choice I make when looking inside myself so it seems .
So keep watering tiny seeds of faith deep within .
Soon flowers will bloom in my garden of dreams

& my mirror will smile again .