Reflections make us whole
When the hole inside takes control.
We get to take a deep breath
And look, and gaze and know:
The missing pieces of the puzzle
Are clearly shown
When our eyes meet with our own:
When our emotions are displayed
To the open; to ourselves: to mourn.
Because one’s darkest fear
And the greatest of all:
Is to look at the reflection
Through the wall
And not recognize the eyes
That through us pierce
The truth of who we are;
Of who the person outside the mirror
And not recognize the eyes that help us see the world
But never allow us to see what lies within:
Us, The Soul.