In a quiet corner of a silent room, A mirror sits in stillness, And a woman, her hair loose in the breeze of thought, Gazes into her reflection.

Not to admire the red of her lips or the arch of her brow, But to find the woman long lost In the noise of “should” and “must. And the mirror knows, The woman is more beautiful than any frame can hold She is light, Whose breaking still reflects a glow.