Face Of Change Poem by tyler eisner

I am a speck
I fly through the universe
On tiny wings
That buzz around, round
Around my head
I see a man, far away
In a mirror
His face does not match
His body
His body is deformed
Stretched,
Scrapped, and scared
His naked back is red from the steaming hot water cascaded over it
A sad attempt to erase the scars
Who is he?
He is…I. I am he
My body
Is not what I want
Not what
I feel it should be
I am a speck starring at me, but it’s not me
It is I, I am a speck
I am a speck caught among the steady stream
Of the very universe I fly through
With my tiny wings, that buzz around my head
I am a speck