
The Mirror is Watching
BY MAHIMA SHARMA The mirror hangs stoic on my wall, With unbiased eyes…silently absorbing all, Never storing anything… Even from the present moment, Never storing images… Even from the recent-most past. My mirror, my reflection… Only shows me my present. Revealing a brutal, honest truth… That I am holding onto my past. But to be able to fly, Mirror tells me to turn around, … Continue reading The Mirror is Watching