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By Shia-chan

I was awaken again this morning,

by the saddened sound of tears.

The half-hearted sobs of sorrow,

had reached deep inside my ears.

A bit wearied and annoyed,

I strode out and towards the Door.

And I stood there watching helplessly,

as tears ruptured upon the floor.

Saddened too--my hand reached out,

in offer of some help.

But as it were the figure cringed,

and refused me of what it felt.

Again I tried to offer,

of what little I had to give.

And once more I was shot down,

to return to life and live.

A jumble of frustration,

had danced inside me then.

Finding that in no way,

this issue I could mend.

My hands reached for my head,

and ran back towards my hair.

And out came a breath--a gasp;

which mingled with the air.

The revelation I found though,

was much more of a surprise.

My reflection had watched greedily,

as tears ran down my eyes.