whispers in the mirror

In the quiet corners of a fevered night,  
Where shadows stretch and flicker in pale moonlight,  
A heart beats softly, shrouded in despair,  
With tender hope entwined in silent prayer.

Once a child adorned with dreams aglow,  
A tapestry of laughter woven in the flow,  
But time, that sculptor, chiseled doubts so deep,  
And whispered secrets, where the shadows creep.

Her reflection stares back, with eyes that ache,  
A fragile visage, a soul set to break,  
With every glance, she peels the layers away,  
Seeking fragments of trust that have long gone astray.

In crowded rooms, she wears a brittle mask,  
Hiding beneath the weight of a desperate task,  
To smile and wave, while brittle walls confine,  
Longing for warmth where the sun doesn’t shine.

Each word, a dagger, each glance, a thorn,  
In the garden of thoughts, the lovelorn has sworn,  
To guard the heart, wrapped in a shroud of fear,  
Where laughter feels foreign, and joy disappears.

Crumbling, stuttering, the voice in her head,  
Paints images, cruel of a life she could’ve led,  
“What if?” and “Why not?” echo like a drum,  
As loneliness surges like a wave turned numb.

She dances with shadows, a partner unseen,  
In the waltz of her anguish, a fissured routine,  
Yet beneath the layers of doubt’s cold embrace,  
Plays a symphony sweet, of an unyielding grace.

For every scar etched on her porcelain skin,  
A story of battles, of where she’s been,  
A testament bold, though her heart feels unsteady,  
To the courage that simmers beneath the ready.

So, as the night wraps its arms ‘round her mind,  
She gathers the pieces, the broken, the blind,  
And whispers to herself, “You are worthy, you’re whole,  
Embrace the uncertain, let love warm your soul.”

For in the cracks, there lies beauty profound,  
In the rawness of being, where true strength is found,  
So let the winds carry this message afar,  
Insecurities fade when you shine like a star.