Outcome

I was looking at a mirror. I saw myself-the younger version. She's small, fragile, pitiful, lost with no direction. I want to hug her and tell her she's not alone. I want to dry her tears and say everything will be alright. I want to comfort her but she fell into darkness before I could even take a step. Then, I was left with a frame of a mirror with dark reflection. I tried to reach for younger me but a voice inside says: “Let her be, In the darkness, light is what she'll see. ” I let her sink, I let her be broken, I let her wander and the voice was right. She seek the light and now she's blinding bright.