Mirror
I stand at the mirror
And what do I see
A road map of journeys
Which glare back at me
Each scar tells a story
Each mark has a name
Teenage years stolen
Life never the same.
Spirits were broken
Tears, how they flowed
How would I manage this overweight load?
Some loved ones they left me
Others they stayed
They held my heart gently
And some of them prayed.
And life did continue
The challenges came
And each one was beaten
I’m winning the game
And now, decades later
I sleep well at night
My body is ravaged
But still I burn bright.
The battles line up
Right in front of my eyes
There’ll be one that beats me ..
Hey, everyone dies
But I am not dead yet
My armour is strong
The rules have been broken
Statistics proved wrong.
I love my reflection
And each fading scar
My spirit not dimming
The journey so far
It gives my life meaning
And strength every day
To take on the next battle
Don’t stand in my way.
Nikki Fretwell (home haemodialysis patient)
Last Reviewed on 15 April 2024