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The Mirror That Forgot Me

A poetic reflection on identity, fading light, and the quiet journey back to the self.

By Emma Published about a year ago • 1 min read
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I stood before it, still and bare,

But found no trace of me in there

The glass looked back, but not with grace,

It showed a stranger’s quiet face

The eyes were mine, yet dimmed with gray,

As if the light had gone away

The smile was curved, but lacked its soul,

A shape of someone not quite whole

I asked, “Where did the fire go?”

The voice replied, “You used to glow”

You spoke in dreams, you danced with flame,

Now you just whisper in your name

I tried to wipe the misted glass,

To chase the shadowed years that pass

But time had etched its lines so deep,

It woke the parts I’d left asleep

So now I face it once a day,

To find the pieces washed away

And slowly, from that silent sea,

I search the parts that still are me

Thanks for reading 🖤🖤🖤🖤

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    Written by Emma