Last night, the moon shone
like a new new star just born,
I looked into the mirror
It showed me my reflection, me...
'There is something fundamentally wrong with me, with you', my reflection whispered.
Her soft, warm, honey voice wrapped me up like a warm blanket on a cold crude winter night.
'I told the moon about you', she said,
'for he carries the same scars as you do.'
My naive innocent trembling self reached out to touch her skin, my skin,
'what did he said?'
''He asked, why act like a victim when you are the assailant? Why you wear your wounds and show them as if they are not your own undoing? '
My head fell down slowly as my hand followed soon,
my pride sank along with my fragile ego as my anger scattered on the floor.
I thought I hid it well.....but how do you hide from yourself?
Then it suddenly occurred to me,
why must I flinch from my own self?
For even in betrayal
I am still my own oldest companion,
my one true love.
For I myself am the one true lover of mine that will never betray me.
So I lifted my head again, meeting the eyes of the one who authored both the ache and the healing;
the reason for my ****** life.
I expected resentment...
but instead my reflection smiled
and I, in return smiled back.
Nov 8, 2025
Nov 8, 2025 at 9:36 AM UTC
Last night, the moon shone
like a new new star just born,
I looked into the mirror
It showed me my reflection, me...
'There is something fundamentally wrong with me, with you', my reflection whispered.
Her soft, warm, honey voice wrapped me up like a warm blanket on a cold crude winter night.
'I told the moon about you', she said,
'for he carries the same scars as you do.'
My naive innocent trembling self reached out to touch her skin, my skin,
'what did he said?'
''He asked, why act like a victim when you are the assailant? Why you wear your wounds and show them as if they are not your own undoing? '
My head fell down slowly as my hand followed soon,
my pride sank along with my fragile ego as my anger scattered on the floor.
I thought I hid it well.....but how do you hide from yourself?
Then it suddenly occurred to me,
why must I flinch from my own self?
For even in betrayal
I am still my own oldest companion,
my one true love.
For I myself am the one true lover of mine that will never betray me.
So I lifted my head again, meeting the eyes of the one who authored both the ache and the healing;
the reason for my ****** life.
I expected resentment...
but instead my reflection smiled
and I, in return smiled back.
The moon never lies, nor do the mirror.
