I would seek endorsements
from my mirror's observance twice.
Once, after waking up,
and the other time before falling asleep.
I struggled with staying focused on both ways
while looking at my reflections.
Surprisingly, the mirror assigned me a daily ritual.
It stemmed from my introverted aspect
from the previous night  
back to an extroverted felicity
when the day started.
I always insisted on standing up for my stance
before I bowed under her alluring spell.

It continued until a crack showed up.
I am now out of focus, leaving myself in doubt,
fearful, forgetful, and hating
everything I am close to.
I regret missing my original self, if I ever get to.


Taz Din
Toronto, July 19, 2025