By Conor Burrell

I get up and drag myself to my mirror,
Who is it that I see?

I see a shadow with regrets,
Yet he is proud of who he has grown to be.
Stepping from the shadows into the light

I wonder if my life is a candle
Burning on borrowed time.

I am ever shaping, ever forming
Always an opportunity to craft this melting wax figure,
It’s molten eyes staring back at me.

A wax figure stepping from the shadows
Destined to travel between these realms.	

There is more work to be done.
So, I get ready for the day
Filled with both hope and dread.

The wax figure in the shadows that meets me in the mirror
Has taught me that there will always be a balance,

A balance of good and bad, 
Regrets, and smiles.

Forward I walk, 
For if I can’t look upon my life with both regret and hope
Then, who am I?














Words From a Therapist

You were young. 
A good person who did some shitty things.

You were never
 A bad person.
You were an asshole when you were younger
And You grew up.

You changed.

Don’t carry that cross for the rest of your life.