Is a Mirror Just a Mirror

A mirror isn't just a frame, A sheet of glass that speaks your name. It shows your image. Yes, it's true– But now the whole of what is you. It doesn't bend, it doesn't fake, It captures truths you cannot break. But mirror hide in the other forms– In quiet thoughts, in silence storms. In words that bruise, in eyes that know, In shadows you still fear to show. Not every mirror dare to shine– some show the crack you called divine. So ask yourself what mirrors mean– They’re more than Polished, silver, clean. They’re, everything that lays you bare– Your secret grief, your silent prayers, The mirror speaks without a sound– It sees the soul where truth is found. ~hira~