Mirror Of Choices Poem by Peter Vector

Which side is the mirror,
And what side is me?

He looks at me with pain filled eyes,
Hoping to be freed by blood loss to the sky.

He looks at me with joy, she is beside him,
Together they are soft and strong like the angel’s arcane hymn.

Hate and hurt,
Broken and bloodied,

Lively and Loved,
Happy and healthy,

I look into this mirror and which one is me?
I look away and think,
“It’s my choice today that destines my eternity..”