The Mirror

It was a wake up call I did not expect,

Jolted I and looked into the tiny mirror,

Held for emergency “make-up” checks in my go-to bag.


This time, it was not the just the 30 second glance,

Reviewing the areas for smudges, or eye liner errors,

But an examination of eyes, not their surrounds.


Those deep dark brown pools, seemed to draw me in,

Not a validating stare,

But deep recollection and searching, into a place unexplored.


There, after what seemed hours,

Another face, or rather eyes, appeared … staring back,

Also brown,

but male, not mine,

shivers ran down my spine, undiscovered facts

revealed themselves.


Who was this inner personality I didn’t recognize in myself?

Then, he spoke, without words,

And I knew it was Him.


And now I am safe.

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