A face smiles back at me

Fingertips twitching

Beneath veined and knotted fists

If memories were visible

The face would would boast

Scars from scalp to chin

Some good - mostly bad -

Because they are over now

Nostalgia is a curse

I’ve created a monster

I turn from the mirror

Needing to go about my day

Not thinking about the choices

That got me here

Transforming me into someone

I don’t recognize

Any longer