Mirror Mirror ( The Becoming )

 


I looked in the mirror one quiet night,

the room half-shadow, half-soft light.

And there she stood — that ghost of me,

eyes full of what I used to be.


> “You’ve forgotten about me,” she said,

voice trembling like a tear unshed.

“I haven’t,” I said, “I think of you still,

you live in my thoughts — against my will.”




> “Then why don’t you talk? Why don’t you care?

Why act like I was never there?

I needed you, but you walked away,

you left me alone — day after day.”




“I see you,” I said, “each time I breathe,

your fears are the threads that I still weave.

Every day I fight your pain,

you’re the echo that haunts my brain.”


> “You’ve changed,” she said, “you’re not the same.

You’ve buried me, forgot my name.”




“Oh really?” I asked, with fire inside,

“You mean the girl who used to hide?

The one who begged for crumbs of care,

from people who were never there?


The one who’d cling, and crawl, and cry,

for love that never did reply?

You mean that Gugu?” — I laughed, I spat,

“I buried her, I’m not going back!”


> “You think you’re better!?” she screamed, eyes wild.




“I AM,” I said, no longer mild.


> “You’re not! You’re nothing! You’ll always be,

the same old burden — the same old me!

A f***ing leech that people drain,

a shadow born of someone’s pain!”




“Look at me!” she cried, her face ablaze.

Her rage could burn a thousand days.


“I am looking,” I said, heart sore,

“I see you broken to the core.”


> “YOU’RE BROKEN!!!” she roared —




“I AM BROKEN!” I swore.

“But I built something from that war!

You think that pain still makes me weak?

It’s where I learned my soul to speak.”


> “That’s how you see me,” she said, eyes red.

“That’s how you see yourself instead.”




“No,” I said, “I won’t descend,

I’ve climbed too far, I won’t pretend.

I’m not that girl who begged to stay,

I found my wings, I flew away.


I am not what they said I am,

I’m not their silence, not their damn.

I became better — piece by piece,

I forged my chaos into peace.”


> “Then what am I?” she asked, her voice low.




“You,” I said, “are the seed below.

I’m what you dreamed of being someday,

I’m who you prayed would light your way.


You are not lesser — just behind,

I am your future, your healed mind.

I can’t keep proving you can grow,

it’s time for you to finally know.”


She whispered, “Show me who we are.”

I smiled — “We’ve come this far.

Now look at me, don’t look away —

I am happy,

and you will be one day.”


And in that glass, the war was 

done,

the two became a single one.

No more ghosts, no more disguise —

just me, reborn,

before my eyes.

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