Elegy of the Shattered Mirror
In halls where silence once held sway,
A storm did breach the calm of day.
A voice, unbidden, harsh and cold,
Unfurled its tale, its judgment bold.
It spoke of faults unseen, unfound,
Its echoes spread, a bitter sound.
No evidence to back its claim,
Yet still it sought to tarnish name.
The mirror cracked, its truth betrayed,
By words that in the shadows laid.
Yet in the shards, a lesson gleams,
That not all spoken truth redeems.
For dignity, though bruised and torn,
In quiet strength is often worn.
And though the storm may rage and roar,
The soul endures, and stands once more.
Copyright © Rowena Velasco | Year Posted 2025
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