Fighting 4 My Soul

Looking in the mirror I saw an image it was clear. I told my reflection you are loved and shed tear No longer prisoner to shame, I watched my shoulders slowly rise. The person that I dared to name Now gazed back with gentler eyes. In that moment of pure grace, The walls I'd built began to fall. Years of doubt left without trace, As self-compassion filled the hall. The mirror held more truth than glass, A portal to my wounded core. The strength I needed came at last, From words I should have said before. The bravest act of love of all healing starts so small, A whisper when the world grows still.