Struck by stone, now the mirror cracked,
It's beauty, now it lacked.
Not a single belle admired her face,
Nor did the striking adorn his grace.

For now, it was broken,
Lost the praise token.
The outer charm was no longer,
But being forgotten, was the stronger.

Then, lights suddenly shone,
And emerged the grit, unknown.
As the inner strength was intact,
Even the cracked one could reflect.

The belle glowed once more,
And the striking again adorned its core.
The mirror's strength is to reflect,
That no damage could affect.

The outer cracks would be healed,
They are needed for the truth to be revealed.
What is outside, will soon be eliminated,
But inner strength is always celebrated.