Glass rippled strangely
surface trembling like liquid silver
My reflection shifted—
not backward forward
Eyes wiser
Posture steadier
A kind of radiance I’d never worn
Future-me stared back with gentle authority
She raised a hand;
I followed breath unsteady
Hope flared behind the glass
waiting for my courage to catch up
When the mirror settled
my present face returned—
but something lingered
I had seen who I was becoming