In the mirror, one day, the stranger will stand and you will gaze long

In the mirror, one day, the stranger will stand and you will gaze long, The shadow of what was, shall fade into the unknown to be. You allowed others to be the carriers of self, and they misdirected you, The sound of self, that inner siren's voice, you ignored, ungrasped. It pleaded softly, sweetly, urging you to assert, To cherish feelings as frosted treasures. Your uniqueness - a flag strung on peaks, "Believe," it beckoned, "in moss and sun intertwined." The Divine within you spoke with an endless voice, "I am," it told you, "the voice that never rests." You were grandeur in step, in breath, in unseen dreams, Always alongside, on the mountain slope, in the hour you believed abandoned on the path. But the echo stopped, dissipated in the inattentive moment, Your inner seal faded, a murmur lost. The voice had built deep monasteries within you, but you let them fall into forgetfulness, Your once vibrant holy sanctuary, now wrapped in silence. It is time, I call to you, to gather the fragmented echo of your being, Bring it back, conquer it, like an explorer invoking the rains, to learn of the sun. A leap of faith, the sated flame of memory, And reborn from the ashes of silence, there your heart will beat forever. It still pounds ancient drums beneath your chest, A whistle of hope awaits to be blown anew. Strike the flint, scratch the firestarter, until the spark emerges, And the deep voice, your truth, will applaud once more in harmony. Redeem your name, reclaim your wholeness, Once lost, but now nearing redemption. Those will be your dawns, the moment when, remade, united, You will stand and will know - You are reborn, you have discovered who you were, who you are.