The mental mirror

Looking in the mirror,
Deep into the past,
Flashing scenes of memory,
Always gone too fast.
The mirror of the mind,
Impossible to drape,
Always showing images
We pray we can escape.
Painful thoughts we push aside
And hope they soon will pass,
But the mirror will not shatter
It is not made of glass.
The mirror of the mind,
Days and weeks and years
Will someday blur and fade
Washed clean by all your tears