Their eyes pierce my skin
They persecute my soul
They interrogate my substance
They diminish my light
Who is “they”?
Those that cross my path
The people that touch my life
Cherished loved ones
An external force
God
The universe itself
Or
Perhaps
Me.
I puncture my passions
I persecute my dreams
I interrogate my existence
I mute my shine
Reflecting is painful
The mirror shows me as I am
My eyes bend and distort
Staring back at me
My greatest fear
My greatest shame
My greatest disappointment
My greatest loathing
My greatest failure
We lock eyes
Ugly
Ignorant
Underserving
Unwilling
Hopeless
Perhaps it is time to perceive as the mirror does
Objective
Dispassionate
Void of judgment
An authentic truth
The mirrors of our lives
The ebb and flow of familiar strangers
Those crossing our paths
The loved fixtures of our experience
The external force that guides us
This astounding universe surrounding us
Whomever we place our faith in
Ever reflecting
There are mirrors
Look, and bear witness
You are not what you tell yourself you are
Or who you feel you must be
You are simply
You
Beautiful
Intelligent
Deserving
Willing
Brimming with brilliant potential
Seek those who act as your mirror
Who celebrate your strengths when you are blind to them
Who embrace your flaws when you cannot
Find those who see you for you
Find those who see your shining light anew
