In the mirror's gaze

Each day I stand before the glass, A meeting where truths unmask. She waits for me with patient eyes, Reflecting what I oft despise. She shows me depths I never knew, What I’ve ignored, what I misconstrue. Her silent empathy, her tender care, She cries for me, always there. “It is okay, mate,” her whispers say, Guiding me through shadows grey. At times I hate, at times I adore, This bond—a struggle, a rapport. Unique she is, the soul I see, No one knows her better than me. Through love, through tears, she molds my core, My compass in life—forevermore.