I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful,
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.
Look into the mirror, what do you see? Many times we do not like the reflection that stares back at us. All we see are our imperfections, our flaws because we have been conditioned to fit a certain standard of "pretty". But pretty should not be a tax you pay to exist in this world. There is nothing wrong if that makes you happy but if it starts peeling off your self esteem, it is time to say goodbye to such a notion. When you look into the mirror, I want you to see who you are but what the world asks you to be. See your strengths, your battle scars, your resolve and your perseverance. Take pride in those, my fellow warrior and don't let the world fool you into believing otherwise.
Shot by: @bharat119_satija
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