Recreation: A Poem

behind a one-way mirror
as i stared into the past
with unkempt eyes
i gazed at the remnants of a fool’s trail

for a place far away from
the bitter frosted track where
he was welcome

yet try could not so easily try
with guilt ensconced inside

and i was there behind
a screen of night
lay in flower

had to suffer through for but
a glimmer of warmth

to step before their reflections
now find the resolve

to err
to fall
to triumph
to recreate life out of life