Stranger in the Mirror

Personal (Hope)

I don’t recognize myself anymore.

I’m a muted version
of who I thought I could be,
silenced by a grayscale world.

The stranger in the mirror
is staring at me
as her eyes turn to floods.

She becomes a blurred image
stuck in the in-between,
a ghost in the purgatory of my dreams.

I don’t know what I believe in anymore.

My convictions have faded
behind the shadows of my regret,
eclipsed by my fears.

Could I ever become everything
I envisioned I could be?

A vibrant, confident woman
shattering the reflection.

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Inspired by “Thrive” by Switchfoot

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