Aphrodite's Mirror

An acquired taste, mixing and drinking the thousandth elixir

Personal perception meets an awakening, refreshing, warm hello

Her mirror, a long hand-held attachment, yet, an unnerving tremor

Remained face down for years; the shiny side, always the silent victor

Once upon a time, her self-worth meant public appraisal; external stimuli

Dear poor girl, coached by delusional, warped social media aestheticism

Ignoring better judgment, she slipped, falling into the fears of others

Trembling body and soul fighting a self-image they chose to ignore

Easy teardrops summoned them one night; she fell asleep, feeling inept

Swept away into dreamland, the ancient ones waited in metaphoric alkali

Mantras whispered from gods and goddesses; rulings of the well informed

Ideal identity is beyond mere mortals, declared the wise ones; unison echo

Reach for the gold, they continued; the magic in you reflects in your mirror

Rare gems are tumbled, not cultured, jagged edgings, and never smooth

Only you possess the personal alchemy; spelled inside your mindset, deep

Remedied awakening, she drank the sleep state elixir, revealing a new aura

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The ideal identity concept is a lie. People must learn to find self acceptance by digging deeper and discovering their rare gems.

The ancient gods and goddesses knew this mindset was beyond mortal thinking and reserved for their higher evolved beings.

My poem was written in an uncommon acrostic format. I spelled the title going down and backward going up.