Whispers of the Soul

SA

In the Mirror's Eyes

In the stillness of morning, I face the glass,
A stranger stares back, as moments amass,
The familiar features, now foreign, unknown,
A canvas of trauma, a heart turned to stone.

The mirror reflects what my mind can't escape,
The shadows of memories, the outlines of fate,
Each glance feels like daggers, piercing through skin,
A battle within, where the war can begin.

I search for the girl I once thought I could be,
But she's buried in anguish, hidden under debris,
I trace the soft curves of a face that once smiled,
Now marred by the echoes of something so vile.

Her eyes tell a story, a tale of despair,
Of nights spent in silence, of burdens to bear,
I see the confusion, the self-blame in sight,
The question that lingers: "What did I do right?"

I long for connection, for healing embrace,
But the mirror reflects all the shame I can't face,
With every small crack, every fissure I find,
I'm reminded of battles, of moments unkind.

I whisper to her, "You are more than this pain,
You are strength in the struggle, not just a refrain,"
Yet the voice that replies feels weary and frail,
As doubt wraps around me, a fogged, heavy veil.

Each reflection brings memories I wish I could shed,
Of whispers that haunt me, of things left unsaid,
The lines etched on my skin like a map of regret,
A journey through darkness I can't quite forget.

But maybe, just maybe, through the cracks, I can see,
A flicker of hope in the girl staring at me,
For beneath all the hurt, the confusion, the lies,
Lies the courage to stand, to rise and to try.

So I'll breathe in the moment, embrace what's inside,
And learn to forgive her, no longer to hide,
In the mirror's eyes, I'll find strength to reclaim,
The beauty of survival, the power of name.

No longer a victim, but a warrior anew,
Reflecting resilience, a heart that is true,
For though trauma has painted my past with its brush,
In the mirror's eyes, I'll find light in the hush.