A gentle smile, a polite gesture,
a warm wave from my friend’s kitchen,
a hug for my sickness,
slowly she walked in…unnoticed.
I disliked the mirrors
as I disliked its reflection.
Fear, it echoed back;
fear of the ringing laughter around.
It had locked me inside
and I had sold myself to this unknown me.
Yet my eyes saw her
Like the colours under the morning mist…
She came closer
with that powerful smile;
a smile that could shatter all the mirrors.
She painted me a picture,
a whole new world of colours.
These bright colours moved up;
up with its confident stroke.
It never fell,
it never mixed with a darker shade,
it remained pure.
I grabbed the brush
I tried moving
along its vertical rhythm.
Slowly, I felt myself breathe
breathe a new life.
A sudden jerk
and I dangled under her strong grip.
She pulled me up,
She pulled me high
and taught me see past this world of fools.
She was the friend
who wiped my tears and made me smile
and held my arm tight and head high!
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