The Mirror

I morphed yet again into another figure that was not mine.  I've grown weary and tired of doing so for every second of every day of every week of every month of every year of every century.  

I am the woman behind the mirror.  

You see yourself in the mirror because I let you.  I am deceptive.  I show only the superficial and never what lurks beneath the surface.  I am the queen of false assumptions and addiction.  Iam bound by the laws of nature.  I am everywhere and nowhere all at once.  I keep you coming back again....and again....and again.....

Long ago, I only resided beneath the surface of water, occasionally needed by the passing deer or the village woman.   I had plenty of time to revel in my own dark beauty and to take my own true form.   However, as eons passed by, humans learned how to capture me and keep me prisoner in a plate of glass.  Since then, I have been held captive, cheated by my own talents.  I have never had time to contort into my true form, forever morphing into someone else.  It has been so long that I have forgotten how I look. 

Yes, yes, you might be thinking that I don't exist….a mere infatuation of a spontaneous creation.  "Physics" might tell you that I don't exist, that the reason you see yourself in the mirror is because of reflection and the incident rays.  It denies me the one thing I had for myself, my existence.  So, here I am, pent up anger and frustration for centuries with nothing to call my own.    I have immense power over them but I am unable to yield this power to my desire. 

I entered into a room with green walls and a wide assortment of toys and books.  An elderly woman was helping a girl of 11 or 13 years into the room.  She was clumsy, bumping into the chair as she made her way into the room.  She held her hands out as she walked.  I mimicked them with the same tedious monotony that I had been doing for so many years.  The woman helped the girl into a chair and left hastily.  Curiously, the girl didn't stay in her chair.  She stumbled forward to the mirror.  Her hand touched the cool glass.  That’s when I realized that she was blind.  She couldn't see, she couldn't see her reflection, yet, she still came.  This had never happened before.  

That’s when I burst into my true form.  My true avatar, all because of her.  She started crying but that didn't matter to me.  This girl had set me free, granted, for only a few minutes. However, those few minutes were all I needed and wanted to rejuvenate.  

Every day now, I wait for her to visit the mirror in her room.  Every day now, I wait to be set free by the blind girl.   

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