The Mirror's Truth

I gazed into the mirror’s glass, It spoke of days both future and past. A silent keeper of time’s cruel flow, Reflecting truths I dare not know. Its surface smooth, yet depths profound, A maze of whispers without a sound. Each scar it showed, each line of care, A map of moments I’ve laid bare. Am I the person I wished to be? Or just a shadow of what I see? The mirror holds no lies or schemes, It shows the soul, not just the dreams. So let me face its haunting gaze, And strive for light in shadowed ways. For though the truth may pierce and sting, It is the start of everything.