Looking at my reflection

I know that I’m not perfect.

I know its gets redundant to hear a man whine about his problems.

It’s my out lit.

You know, talk about my pain and my woes.

If it weren’t for that I don’t believe I would be part of this world as long as I am.

I made mistakes.

Some small and some big.

Quite honestly I regret everyone I made.

I built this tub filled with my tears.

I have none to blame but myself.

I said yes when I could of said no.

I sat down when I could of stood up.

I followed when I should have been leading.

My sadness is my own creation because I didn’t appreciate the life that I was given.

I met a beautiful girl that told me, I should love life and be proud.

I haven’t heard words like that since my mom moved away from me.

She told me that she has cancer but she never stop smiling.

It sad that someone so kind has embark on journey to keep their life.

While I am in shadows crying and whining about my life.

I always had depression but she has cancer and found a way to smile.

I should too.

Why frown when I can smile.

Why cry when I can laugh.

Why hate life when I can learn to love it.

Because I am here and that is truly a gift.

Some people have it worst and no one to talk to.

No one held my hand when I was going through my trials of tribulation.

But I will hold yours in spirit.

Whoever that is in pain and feels like they want to give up.

I know what it is like to be in a hole of despair and misery.

Sometimes you have to look in the mirror.

Look at your reflection and know that you are a beautiful person and your life is never something to give up.