Written by Jacob Ibrag
He walked towards the mirror,
staring at the face in front of him.
Goals ever so shifted, the people
expected more from a soul so gifted.
‘He’ll save the world from itself,’ they
proclaimed as the boy became a man.
‘Far from prophecy,’ the man found
himself serving in government.
Slapping brisk water onto his skin.
Breathing out, breathing in. Choice.
‘That’s all I have, good or bad.’ He
clenches his eyes shut, praying
that he made that right one.