The eyes of others hold a mirror
where fragments of yourself appear;
sometimes distorted sometimes clear
yet always whispering some truth
Do not believe each reflection whole
for mirrors bend with hidden cracks;
but listen gently to what they show
a path you might not walk alone
Those who wound you still reveal
a shadow you have yet to heal;
those who love you gift a light
to show the shape of what you are
Walk among faces as among rivers
drink but do not drown in them;
for in the mirror of others we learn
yet only within we truly return