There are mirrors

Your hands are always so cold

And you don’t even know what you look like from the other side.

There are

Mirrors in water.

But I pushed it and I was skinned, naked

Sinking and gasping for air

As my vulnerabilities float,

For everyone to see:

I am a superficial phenomenon;

I should be rejected;

I am impure and shallow;

So alienate me.

You could never be loved;

You deserve the coldness and the indifference;

Death should be your energy;

You don’t deserve to heal.

There are

Mirrors in water.

I know these hands are Crystals.

The hands are crystals.

Ever elusive,

In your physicalities and mentalities;

Cultivate the birth of a clear mind.

your hands are always so cold

And you don’t even know what you look like from the other side

There are

mirrors in water.

But here I am

Lying naked,

Far from home

With lavender, in bloom.

~Maryum Khalid~