Looking into this reflective surface,   

I saw something quite puzzling.   

The same face looked back at me,   

But hidden behind a mist. 

I recognized the eyes that everyone complimented, 

But the purpose I spent years gathering was gone. 

I could have sworn that it was still there, 

I felt it, coursing within me.   

Her lips felt familiar. 

But while mine are quick and witty, 

Hers were sealed shut. 

I am not silent, but she is. 

I moved various parts of my face, 

The reflection did the same.   

Trying to trick it into failing,   

This could not possibly be me. 

The face began to distort, 

Into my mother, 

Then my father, 

Finally, me again. 

Then I realized, 

This is me. 

A broken and saddened 

Version of myself. My younger self. 

I looked her in the eyes,   

Knowing the secrets they held. 

Although she cannot speak to me, 

I knew I had to say something. 

A smile appeared on her face   

And she faded away as I whispered, 

“sunlight awaits.”