The Mirror's Story

Everyday, I watch you gazing at me, longing for a chiseled jawline, doe shaped eyes, a sharp nose and skin unblemished. I watch you wince at my projection of truth, unbiased and non superficial. Yet, I want you to know how sad I become at my incapability to show you your inner beauty-the richness of your kindness, the beauty of your thoughts and the gracefulness of your poise.

For years, I have been adorning this wall, yearning  for a compassionate touch or a word of thanks for duly carrying out my role. But I only see dissatisfaction in your eyes, when you look at me. Someday I wish you will look into me and see my loneliness and desolation. My despair at being stuck in here forever.

How blessed you are to be born a human!

When you sleep, you wake up to dreams of tomorrow.
You toil, and meet with success. If you fail, you have loving folk around you who help you regain your vision.
You can fix your self when you are broken.
You can think. You can articulate. You posses the freedom and choice.
You can shed tears, you can feel the warmth of a hug.
You can embrace the comfort of the raindrops.
You have a voice to use in defense of yourself.
You can live a life, so wholesome and real.

You are flesh and soul, much more than just glass.