The mirror

I looked at him and abhorred what I saw
the rage, the hate, the lust, the foolish weakness,
the helpless fear that was wrapped around him piled up his fearsome rebellion. I almost had turned away in disgust and terror when I looked into his eyes and saw a light that came from his heart, something not of him, but was in him, there was hope, life, love, faith and strength to face tomorrow, and the knowledge that tomorrow the rot would have decreased and light increase and life would show fourth all the brighter, and then I turned and walked away from the mirror.