You used to be the mirror that reflected my innermost desires,
Those secret dreams that only you could turn into reality.
You used to be the mirror that reflected my joys,
Your very name decorated my face with smiles.
You used to be the mirror through which I could see the fulfillment of my dream future,
Your interpretation of me and the reflection you gave of me gave me hope for a smile everyday for the rest of my life.
You used to be the mirror that reflected the most delicate parts of me and the reflection you used to reflect your perception thereof was breathtaking —
You used to be the mirror that showed me the real me and you used me and who I really am to inspire me to never change who God made me to be…
You used to be the mirror that not only showed me images of me but somehow also made me hear my own voice and realize the vast talent that lies within me; yet you managed to block out the lies that I had faithfully told myself of how I was never good enough…
You used to be that mirror;
Funny how you conveniently knew to fall and shutter yourself into a million pieces the moment that I had learned to remember to eat (everyday), to know that I am beautiful, to trust the voice God has given me, to believe in true love and know that I deserve to be happy and, most importantly, to never change who God created me to be!
— I appreciate the lessons and would have loved to learn more; but, unfortunately, I learned the hard way not to try to fix broken mirrors!