Phases

when I look back,

I see a different me and I almost have a heart attack,

cause what I see is me yet so unfamiliar ,

I imagined my past so much clearer,

I see the young me happy and content,

the teen me shy but not afraid to vent,

but then I see a grey cloud,

and my vision gets mute from the sound,

my sillohuette shows pain,

shows teardrops are intense as a storm with rain,

it shows the nights I cried myself to sleep,

the nights Ive tucked myself in, read it and weep,

and I stare back into the mirror and another images appears,

the new me , all happy and full of cheer,

I see the past and I see the present,

and it reminds me phases like a crescent,

every moment, every part of you changes,

your personality and your emotions ages ,

but its the same person then and now,

staring back at you amazed and proud,