Mirrors
I'm surrounded by mirrors.
Mirrors that can talk.
Some agitate me, some calm me down.
Some levitate me, some let me down.
Some scare, some fear,
Some motivate, some permeate.
But all of them reflect
Different versions of me.
All of these mirrors,
Each carrying a unique reflection,
Are closing in on me.
I'm at the centre of it all.
The more I observe,
The more I discover.
Different aspects, different perspectives.
Shining with details.
And the moment I accept a reflection,
The mirror carrying it becomes
A part of me.
It's pieced, stitched into me.
That reflection, that aspect
Now grows in me.
I'm, but a collection of mirrors,
Mirrors that once talked to me.
I'm, but a collection of reflections,
Reflections that once were floating outside of me.
I'm a mirror
That's half complete,
Filling up with each acceptance.
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