OctPoWriMo 30: I am . . .

What are mirrors for?Reflecting and reflected, I seekunderstanding in a drawing,the lines tentativewhen I want them to be bold.Ah, behind glasses, I waitfor enlightenment,for tomorrow,maybe for the ending that will comeafter so many days of living.How did I manage this giftof life and lovewhen all began in darkness?I don't know.I am grateful behind my glasses,more grateful than you know.Sometime