The Mirror

A quiet night, I felt a wind. There before me was Mother Earth, to show me, where we’re supposed to be. She gave to me a long, beautiful mirror, with a shine like I’ve never seen. She said to me, this mirror will hold all true forms, the hidden self inside the world, so that I may see you in your natural form. I looked into this mirror and only saw my reflection, nothing different.
I wasn’t meant to see my true self, for I was to find it in myself.
No one was to see this mirror but me, a gift, I suppose.

I dragged this mirror behind me, to meet the ones I loved. I came to my wolf, a beautiful, strong and willful warrior I’ve known for years. Looking as strong and tall as ever, proud and only the sun could match her brilliance. I glanced in the mirror, and I saw not a wolf. But a puppy, cold and lonely. Scared and searching. Left out in the cold, almost as if forgotten by the world. Longing for someone close. But to everyone around her, she’s a powerful wolf, strong and fierce. Always the one to run to, but don’t get too close, she can bite if you’re not careful. But the mirror never lies.

Up walked a tiny mouse, one I’ve grown quite fond of. Sweet, calm, and easy to love. A heart bigger than the sky. A look her eye that instantly cools the hottest temper. But when I look into the mirror, I saw not a mouse, but gray wolf, standing guarded, ready for the deadliest storm. A protector, I could tell, for it’s stance said nothing friendly to those who threaten. But to everyone around her, she’s cute, she’s giving, such a tranquil soul, that little mouse. But the mirror never lies.

I walked away, stunned and confused., when I came across a friend, one that I used to love so much. She still held a place in my heart. She has a warm smile, always laughing, seemed to shine brighter than the stars themselves. I was hesitant this time, but I gave a look in the mirror and saw….nothing but black. A horrid being, angry and full of hate, a heart I’m sure it lacked. With a Joker’s grin and eyes of empty space, it filled the mirror with hate. But to everyone around her, she seemed so happy, so willing to love and hold your hand, hold your heart so close. But the mirror never lies.

Shocked and ready for my own, I begged for Mother Earth’s spirit to let everyone see it. I had to know, where my soul was leading, what I had hidden. I couldn’t stand it. I pulled the mirror to everyone I knew, not a single one would tell me, what they saw as my reflection. Not a single one. They all looked away, walked away, as if to forget this ever happened at all.
I knew one person though. My wolf, my sister in heart and soul. She would let me know. I rushed to her side and pleaded for her to tell me. She gazed into the mirror for what seemed like an eternity. "What?" I cried. She looked at me, with those sad, lonely puppy eyes, and simply said;
"You’re just a ghost."

"And the earth and its skin will open up and birth out a perfect mirror that makes all our reflections clear."