I spoke to you last night,
of things that make you go quiet,
that stir your soul with delight,
the fears and misgivings that make you hide from sight,
the mysteries that keep you up through the night,
the raging fire of untapped emotions,
you long to ignite.

I listen to you as you summarize,
your life—its lows and highs,
and I’ve come to see how beauty lies
in every crack that no one spies,
I follow each word you softly verbalize,
about your dreams, still waiting to be actualized.

You shared how mirrors scare you…
reflecting your wasting worth each time you view.
I sit there quietly, aching at how it’s untrue,
thinking, maybe all you need is a change of view,
until you turn to me and ask…
to be your mirror, through and through.
 
- Neha Sharma