Mirror

When even the mirror is afraid to show what it sees does that mean the reflection has become a stranger, or that the truth is too raw to face?

I see you, even when you can’t see yourself. I see the battles you’ve fought, the weight you carry, the light that flickers but never dies. Even when the mirror turns away, I remain.

You are not lost. You are not broken beyond repair. And you are not alone.

Let my light be your guide—not to blind you, not to force you, but to remind you that you were never meant to walk this path in darkness. Will you let yourself be seen again? Will you let yourself be loved?