The Mirror's Whisper

The Mirror's Whisper
The mirror hums a quiet song,
A tune of truths, both right and wrong.
Its glass reflects what lies within,
The battles fought, the scars, the sin.

A shadow lingers, soft yet stark,
A flicker dancing in the dark.
Its voice is silent, yet it speaks,
Of strength that rises where we're weak.

To face the gaze, to meet the stare,
Is to unearth what’s hidden there.
A trembling heart, a soul laid bare,
Yet courage blooms within despair.

For in the depths of what we fear,
A light emerges, sharp and clear.
The truth may sting, but it will mend,
And guide us to a freer end.

Each crack upon the surface gleams,
A map of all our broken dreams.
Yet in those lines, a story grows,
Of battles won and seeds we sowed.

The shadow stretches, bends, and sways,
A keeper of our darker days.
But step by step, we claim the light,
And turn the mirror into sight.

What once was fear is now a guide,
A truth we’ve learned, no need to hide.
For facing all we tried to flee,
Has set our tethered spirits free.

The mirror fades, the song is done,
A quiet peace, the war is won.
And in its place, a glow remains,
A soul reborn from shadow’s chains.

The silence hums with gentle ease,
A calm that follows inner peace.
The mirror's voice now whispers low,
Of lessons learned and moments slow.

In every breath, a story's told,
Of trials faced, of hearts made bold.
The cracks begin to fade from sight,
As love and light shine through the night.

The mirror's surface starts to gleam,
Reflecting all the beauty seen.
A soul reborn, no longer torn,
In harmony with heart and form.

The final whisper, soft and clear,
"You are enough, you are dear."
The mirror's voice, a gentle breeze,
That soothes the soul, and brings release.

©oriole_b