"Reflections of A Stranger"

A glance in the mirror
Reflections of a stranger.
Who am I these days?
Even my eyes deceive.
Gone is that sparkle.
The glimmer of a child.
Replaced by wrinkles
From the stress and age.
Even my own imagination
Beginning to fade away.
Snuffed out by worries;
The cold wind of doubt.
I want to feel alive again;
To be carefree and loose.
To melt away adulthood;
Rekindle my inner child.
A good look in the mirror.
The sparkle has returned.
Creativity begins to flow.
The child is being reborn.