Reflection - Poem 12

I stared at the mirror,

It stared back.

What did I see?

Is it an illusion? Is it admiration? Or is is trust?

I saw myself,

I looked again and then saw my past.

The reflection,

The pieces of shattered glasses came back to me.

I looked again,

This time,

I saw the present,

It was the shattered glass pieces showing itself with its blood, shadows and stains,

Trying to repair itself.

I looked again,

It was the future,

Clear and maybe not perfect,

But shows the journey the experiences and the lessons.

And thus, my self,

My true self,

One that cannot be hidden or tucked away.

The parts of me that I should accept,

And the journey that follows through with its own path.

By : The Empress --> Nabila / 凤星云 (Feng XingYun) / Queen Beela