#MirrorReflections
Silvered glass, a still and silent pool,
Reflecting back my visage, yet somehow changed.
A window to a realm beneath the surface,
Where secrets of the soul lie rearranged.

In vanity's hall of mirrors, I admire
An illusion of perfection, polished bright.
Yet imperfections lurk in shadowed corners,
Distortions in the mirror's honest light.

Is this my true self, bare and revealed?
Or just a trick of light, an empty show?
The mirror is a doorway, locked and sealed,
Unless I find the courage to let go.

I touch the glass, expecting solid pane,
But surface ripples, lets my fingers through.
I step across the threshold, world inverted,
And meet myself in perfect déjà vu.

Twin spirits reunited, made complete,
The inner and the outer reconciled.
The mirror's magic worked its alchemy,
Transforming fragmented self to undefiled.

No longer do I fear the looking glass,
For truth of self in depths I now behold.
Reflections are but gateways to the soul,
Where secrets once concealed may be retold.

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