there i stood
in front of the mirror
without a conscious thought
except a pull
which brought me towards it.

i looked up to meet the gaze
of dark abyss captured among eyes
that were sunken
with dark crescent moon
lining the lower lid like kohl.
when the light hit the two abysses,
they sparkled as if they were filled
with beautiful rare diamonds,
a shade to be found only there
and i revelled in how capturing they looked.

i let my gaze wander around
and saw a figure
standing perfectly on both legs
finally with equal shoulders,
which were once low now protruding,
and a chest held high
with pieces of hope
that had been stitched back
with pain and remembrance.

i could see marks
lacing on the figure's skin.
deep gashes
that couldn't be seen with naked eyes.
each was worn proudly
as each taught a lesson to be unfolded.

and a smile.
god, it itself told stories
of mysteries and hauntings
that were captured in that body
who have fought wars
and was still alive.
breathing.
and emotions once locked away
was let out of the safe
which the feelings labelled it as "pandora's jar".

i reached out,
in fear that the person i saw
was just a figment of imaginations
my mind demanded as childish,
and was met with a cool surface
as the figure met her hand with mine.
pressed our palms
in perfect alignment.
and that is when
magic happened.

191119, 0052.