The Mirror’s Gentle Truth

When you stand before the mirror so still.. Do you count the years, against your will? Trace each line like a fading chart.. And mourn the youth that did depart? But what if mirrors told the tale.. Not of what's gone, but where you prevail? Not just the texture, time, or trace.. But every triumph you now embrace. The silvered reflection that greets your eyes.. Holds not just age, but how you rise. The laughter etched beside your gaze.. Speaks not of loss, but brighter days. Those creases carved by love and strife.. Are monuments to living life. Each shadow cast upon your skin.. Marks wisdom carved from deep within. We chase what once we used to be.. Forgetting all we've come to see. The kindness grown, the courage found.. The silent strength that knows no bound. So let the mirror kindly show.. Not only where the years did go. But all you've gathered in their stead.. The soul you've shaped, the life you've led. For beauty isn't bound by youth.. It's found in every deeper truth. And when you look, may you always find.. The grace you've earned, not left behind.