Reflections

It is Tuesday morning.
I find myself, again, drawn to the mirror.
Its surface smooth, polished, framed in gold and
Beckoning me to look deeper.
I am enchanted.
Not by eyes staring back at me but
reflections of choices that I’ve made.

In a dream-like state my other self falls
Backwards away from me.
Reaching out I grab her hand.
Together we drift through my journey.
I and the me no one knows.
Funny, perhaps a little melancholy.
The me left standing in front of the mirror
Sees beauty for the first time.
Flawed, scratched but somehow unbroken-
What’s there is beautiful beyond my belief.
At that moment my reflection allows me to be ok.

As she takes me further away from the me still standing.
My life’s journey unfolds at the blink of an eye- just as before.
Looking back I accept that my journey, indeed, has been for a purpose.
She has shown me that the choices I have made
Make me strong enough to stand in front of that mirror.
I am neither ashamed nor am I afraid of my reflection.

It is Tuesday morning and it is raining outside.
Echoes of the tears pouring from my reflection-
She is happy to know that we are one.
We are beautiful and…
That smooth, polished  mirror framed in gold
Is priceless.