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One day, while counting all my ghosts,
Whilst weathering the chill of fear,
I considered what scared me most,
And found myself a mirror.
I saw right through the spotless face,
Saw forlorn ashes within.
I reached forth to longingly trace
The mirrored lines of what could have been.
The marble floor vanished beneath me.
I fell fate once more to my own ends.
One path stretched as far as memory sees.
The other past what faith pretends.
I saw that I could start anew,
That luck had witnessed my regret.
I cringed with doubt (it was all that I knew),
But timidly took the first step.
Years later, while letting my mind stray,
Surrounded by all that I held dear,
I revisited my younger days,
And happened across the mirror.
In the glass was a person unbound,
As serene and wise as a tree.
I had conquered the mirror and finally found,
That it showed what I chose to see.