A mirror showed me the fears of yesterday
A boy, small and timid, hopeless
Old choices and ugly consequences
What is left… but the fear of today
Fear, and some more fear glares
It gnaws at the bones… sucking the marrow
Dreams of little boys are soon forgotten
What is left… but the fear of old men
Oh, to live truly alive and free!
The mirror hangs perplexed
Fear knows not life or freedom
Fear, that is all that is left, just fear
The mirror tells no lies today
Just… what is
Turn! Look away!
Another reflection… another awaits
There… there fear cannot steal
There… little boys are born anew
Fear melts under the new sun
Fear leaves the voiceless
Joy! Oh precious joy!
Where boys see the true mirror
There… life is received
What is left… only they know
W.E. Fourie