A Broken Mirror

I awakened completely; feeling alive;
being youthful down to the bone.
Later, I questioned, “Would I survive;
a lifetime, while living alone?”

The two parts of my being are disjointed;
the physical is growing old every day;
my energy self has been appointed;
to pick up the slack and pave the way.

A face in the mirror, I don’t recognize
surely, it’s somebody else but me;
it might be me, while in disguise;
but, there’s no similarity, I see.

My face seems suddenly going down hill;
so much of it appears to be changed;
I question the identity of that person, still;
my entire appearance; rearranged.

That person, within, is still very young;
energetic, active, and still very thin.
My mirror reflection; how did I become;
and how can I ever look young again?

That person within, is my eternal soul;
for it is that which is really me.
Why is it that one small part of the whole;
is the only part that mirror can see?

Why can’t my mirror show the whole;
my face is just part; only token;
only rationalization is able to console;
for obviously, my mirror is broken.