The Mirror of Transformation

I stand before you,
the mirror’s gaze,
soft and sacred,
a reflection of my past haze
I whisper into the stillness,
the truth my soul had long concealed—

I am sorry,
for the parts of me, that once felt broken,
for the wounds I carried, unspoken
I forgive you,
for the chains that kept us bound,
for the shadows we thought would drown
I love you,
with the tenderness of a sun-kissed dawn,
with the grace of the tides that keep moving on

In this moment, the heaviness lifts,
a quiet breath, a sacred gift
I release the pain, the regret, the sorrow,
and with it, I step into tomorrow

The doors swing wide,
whispering in hues of gold,
promises of possibilities,
unwritten and untold
I walk with the strength of rivers deep,
carrying the wisdom that my heart will keep

I am reborn in this divine light,
emerging from shadows, stepping into flight
the past dissolves like the morning mist,
I embrace the future with a sacred fist

I am sorry,
for not seeing the beauty of my scars,
I forgive you,
for hiding behind the stars
I love you,
for you are the essence,
the eternal reflection of divine presence

And now, I stand in the open door,
the world waits, and I am more–

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