Do you remember the first day you gave me a mirror? I do!
Well…I just remembered – ‘twas a faint memory long forgotten.
But, I remember that day you gave me the mirror.
I smiled. I thanked you and politely put it away.
Not truly acknowledging what you had given me.
I ended up losing that mirror.
Many times later you gave me one mirror right after another.
I smashed them…I shoved them back at you…and even cursed you for trying to give me yet another mirror.
For then, I didn’t allow myself to see my reflection.
As years went on, your mirrors chased me –
And I dodged it at every corner to avoid looking into it.
Fearful to gaze upon what I might see.
Then one day, I turned around.
I boldly stood in front of the mirror that pursued me…
Naked…vulnerable…
And I LOVED what I saw - beauty, love, light…
I only have you to thank. Thank you for all of your mirrors!
Now, do you see what I see…?




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