The Mirror Doesn't Know Me
A Ghazal of the Self Unrecognized
The face inside the mirror is not mine
Some shadow stands there, frozen at the line.
I stood before myself and said nothing
The one who broke inside was not a sign.
I left myself behind at some cold turn
Whoever walked back home was not the shrine.
The shadow asked me, Who exactly are you?
What could I say—I exist in no design.
So I turned the mirror to the wall one day.
for what it showed as truth was not divine.
Powerful. Keep writing, Safia. 💞🌿
I think many of us have had moments of looking at ourselves and feeling strangely unfamiliar.
Not because we changed overnight, but because life slowly asked us to become so many things that we lost sight of who was there before.
Perhaps the mirror isn't lying.
Perhaps it's simply waiting for us to come home to ourselves again.
Beautifully written, Safia🫶