“Mirror, mirror….”

I’ve long since stopped asking you “Who’s the fairest of them all?”

Instead I’ve stood before you asking many different things over the years including “why me?” and sometimes you would look back at me and simply stare at me like I’d grown another head and wonder why I blamed myself in the first place and other times you wept with me because even you had no answer to that question.

I’ve asked you how good I look and sometimes the words you whisper make me feel absolutely fabulous and sometimes my eyes refused to believe the truth you told me and  believe I am nothing more than a blob before you.

Oh Mirror, Mirror.

As the years moved on, the questions have changed. I began to ask deeper questions, sat closer, made eye contact and questioned existence itself. I’ve wondered about the sparkle in my eye that you kept noticing and the dimples you always pointed out…

Mirror, Mirror.

You were once the reflective glass that stood on my desk but as I evolved and outer beauty became just an accessory to the inner beauty I sought you evolved and instead my mirror became the person I love…

For in your eyes, I saw a truer reflection, the depths of my soul and the strings of my heart. You reflect the things I want to keep seeing in myself but you also warn me first if I’m losing myself…

Staring in The Mirror,

Brokebella