The Dreamer's Pen

I am the mirror

The one you never quite expect,

But when you meet my gaze,

You see beyond the mask you wear.

In my stillness, you confront

The parts you hide even from yourself

The choices made in shadow,

The soft betrayals you dare not name.

I hold your reflection steady,

Not twisted by judgment or blame,

But clear, unflinching

A quiet place where truth takes shape.

You see your kindness and your cracks,

Your beauty tangled with your fear,

And in the silence between us,

Your soul whispers what you’ve been avoiding.

Some turn away, afraid to face

The echo of their own becoming

But others linger, drawn by the ache

Of wanting to be more than before.

I am that mirror

The still water where your soul is laid bare,

And as you watch yourself unfold,

I hold the space for you to change.

For in seeing who you truly are

The light, the dark, the fractured whole

You begin the slow, brave work

Of healing and becoming whole.

And through it all, I carry you,

The witness and the guardian

Not just a mirror, but a guide,

Holding the truth you’re scared to face.