The Mirror That Forgot Me
A poetic reflection on identity, fading light, and the quiet journey back to the self.

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
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