Introspection.

What do I see in my own reflection?
Do I mirror life's success and security?
Do I see the intensity of struggling instead?

In the past years, I've gained life's experiences.
But have I really acquired life's intelligence?
Have I built up my own strength and confidence?

I've been a dreamer and I will always be one.
I won't be lured by the promise of eternal youth,
I only want my life to become a repository of wisdom.

But I've still got a lot of things to do to defy my limits.
Now I feel like my life has just started to see its vitality.
And I have yet to face the fear of my own vulnerability.

*I made this poem for my birthday on 19th of September. - ayesha