pulse

A swipe as you ignore what your heart and soul are screaming at you.

They're relentless; so is your mind.

I try to catch your eye, but there's pain behind those red spots

Where you've been crying.

I don't know what the mirror told you,

But you shouldn't believe it;

Those things are vengeful and would take your place

As soon as you let them.

The preciousness of every breath is ignored by their carelessness

I hope you know that I see you.

I'll smash that mirror;

Or pass you the hammer to begin with

Whichever, however, whenever you prefer.

No matter what -

I'll know you as the worthiest of joy.

Remember there is so much more than the whispers of mirrors

They can only reflect what you show them -

Only ever speaking what your mind tries to tuck away under the covers,

So scream at it,

And you'll recognise your symphonies in their echoes;

Remember the fragility of glass against broken walls

Breathe and relish what the mirror does not have;

Those dreams you keep sacredly,

And the bravery you continue moving with.

~