I looked into a mirror.

I didn’t like what I saw.

My eyes were cloudy in smoke and lies.

The face I saw was twisted and stained.

I painted a picture on the mirror .

I looked at the picture.

It was created by my mind filled with darkness and depression.

The face I painted was black and broken.

One day I had to make a choice.

I had to break the mirror or make it new.

If I didn’t make a choice the only other option was certain death.

I grabbed a cloth and wet it in warm water and scrubbed that painting away.

As I scrubbed I cried and bled.

With the tears and blood the darkness began to escape.

The smoke and stains washed away.

The lies became known and the delusions melted away.

I dried the mirror.

With hesitation I opened my eyes and looked into that mirror once again.

I saw beauty and light.

The light attracted a stranger.

The stranger was blinded by the light and covered the mirror with blackness.

Every day I wipe that mirror and once again until I see the light.

And every day the stranger comes and covers it up once again.

Now that I have seen the light, I will never stop cleaning that mirror.

Somedays the darkness is thick, and sometimes it is just a mist.

But no day is worth seeing through darkness once I have seen the light.

May the light forever shine.