When you no longer draw inspiration from being alone, only 

Who holds the mirror? 

Is it no one?   

Does no one hold the mirror and everything you feel is within?   

What happens when you no longer wonder or fear yourself? 

The people you loved and trusted, when you saw them fall apart? 

What happens when you let go of knowing if they couldn’t find their own peace because they didn’t really want it? 

What happens when you realize you are doing exactly what you believe, right now and tomorrow?   

I think you feel uncomfortable.  I think you feel vulnerable.  I think you want to run.  

I think you want to be exactly who you are 

I think you want to be exactly who you were all the time 

Without the feedback someone else could have needed to find peace 

But they’re not you 

And you’re not me 

And at the end of anything and everything 

It’s just the mirror 

Upside down in the sand 

And the unbearable weight and love of your own mind 

Your own opinion 

Your own version of you 

That turns out to be the version you were, you are 

And will always be 

Only now, you don’t need the mirror to see.   

With Love,

CC