Different

Am I so different?

I can see the reflections.

Lined with cracks,

As they always were,

In those remnants of a mirror.

What once was,

But could it ever be?

Pieces are still missing,

How can I have changed?

How can I be different,

If I am still not whole?

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I am different.

Even I see the changes,

Do not need them pointed out.

Are they for the better?

Only time will tell,

I only wish time would bring me its answer sooner.

All paths that are worth following are hard to tread,

Said this enough myself.

Always hard to take my own advice,

To heed my own words when they come back at me.