The Mirror's Embrace

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Introduction: Mirrors do not just reflect our faces—they reveal the truths we hide. This poem delves into the beautiful friendships where we’re seen the way we are and not the way society wants us to be.

In a world of fleeting faces and shallow praise,
There blooms a bond unswayed by time or trend—
A friendship, clear as a mirror in the haze,
Reflecting truths that no pretense can bend.

Beyond the clamor of judgment and boast,
A steadfast heart offers quiet reprieve.
While crowds may gather for fleeting toast,
A true friend’s presence is the solace we believe.

In jubilant hours when laughter rings,
Many join in the chorus of delight;
Yet when sorrow’s shadow silently clings,
One loyal soul remains to set things right.

Once, trust flowed freely like a timeless song,
Where every word was met with warm embrace;
Now, genuine care seems trampled by the throng,
And kindness wears a wary, guarded face.

More akin to kin than mere companion,
They see through cracks that hide our inner scars.
At times their truth may cut like winter’s canon,
Yet it mends our hearts, much like the healing stars.

When careless tongues unleash a spiteful sound,
Their words might sting, though meant with honest art;
But when another’s malice does abound,
They rise to shield the tender, cherished heart.

They know your silence, the storms you conceal,
Understanding the wounds you refuse to reveal.
In their presence, burdens lighten unseen—
A language of comfort without a word between.

Through broken paths and dreams that fade,
They walk beside you, unafraid.
No need for promises carved in stone—
A friend’s embrace makes you feel known.

Years may pass, and seasons shift,
Paths may diverge, hearts may drift—
But through the echoes of time and space,
A true friend leaves an endless trace.

So treasure this reflection in your friend—
A mirror of the soul, untainted, rare.
In their embrace, broken pieces mend,
And life is graced with love beyond compare.

💭 Reflection: To look into the mirror is to face our true selves—our past, our fears, our evolution similar to something a true friend is capable to do. When was the last time someone truly saw you? Share in the comments. 📌 Follow for more

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