She is not lost, just waiting to be discovered.
She wanders aimlessly, looking into the mirror for answers.
Considering her reflection as a way to tell the truth about herself.
But her reflection is just that, a reflection of the outer self.
A view of just a small piece of the entire part.
If only she would look inward, the truth would be revealed
and that glass mirror would shatter, it’s meaning gone.
She would be set free from her own restraints
and her life would have new meaning.
She just hasn’t discovered this truth yet, but she will soon.
And when she does, watch out,
because the world will get to see her bloom.
And her garden will be so full of beauty
where once there were just seeds waiting to be planted.