Reflection
The young women carried a very expensive briefcase that exemplified the fact that she was very classy. It exuded strength, but femininity at the same time. She wore a suite that accentuated the silhouette of her body, falling into the precision of her curves, which complimented her sexiness, but clearly spoke of her great wealth and power. Her shoes were even amazing, but yet elegant, speaking of her determination and focus in the precision of her stance.
This lady was phenomenal the young women thought to herself, but there was something she noticed when she looked a little closer. There was a certain sadness in her eyes that ran to the very root of her soul. The sadness was captured in her face as if it were the last photograph of her life. As she examined her eyes closer she noticed that they were welled up with tears like a full glass of water just waiting to leap off the edge. Her posture even began to look a little different as she examined her further. It was as if she was strong enough not to give up, but almost to weak to hold on. She wondered what had happened in the women's life to bring her spirit to this point. Where did she take a wrongful turn in her soul? Where did she betray her happiness?
She appeared unbreakable on the outside, but on the inside she had already been torn down. It was a desolate, cold and lonely place in there hidden behind the money and power. Her spirit was so heavy behind the veil of her eyes, it was as if she stared off into her own grave. So successful and so brilliant she appeared, how could this be the young women thought to herself. Maybe some broken relationships, or perhaps a string of continuous disappointments. So many things it could be, maybe wounds that never healed, or a lost never recovered.
She admired the woman on the outside, but felt so sorry for her on the inside. She wanted to reach out to console the young woman. She wanted to hug her, encourage her, and let her know it would be okay. Just as she went to reach out for her, she realized she was looking at herself in the mirror, gazing at her own reflection.
Published by Tye Martin
I am whatever I am called to be at whatever given time, for I am the representative of my creator. View profile
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10 Comments
Post a Commentvery honest! great work!
nice. very reflective (in more ways than one)
I like this.
After reading it the 3rd time, I am also amazed by the inner strength you displayed by revealing to us (in metaphorical fashion)that the lady of subject was yourself. I felt as though you created a real picture of yourself to which anyone could relate (man or woman).
Hey Lady, its my second time reading it. I am touched by your personal candor and openness. These are key factors to your personal healing. Keep pouring out your soul and others will be aided in healing as well by sharing candid glimpses into themselves.
storytelling, a picture painted though words, I only find it sad, sad due to said young lady having pain un-named, stay prepared, thoughts such as can lead to total victory or it's opposite.
involving.
Thanks for your comment on my work. this is pretty cool too!!!
DEEP DUDE VERY DEEP!!!!!!! I LIKES
This was going to be my first critique: I was gonna ask, how could "she" assume so much about this woman just by looking? Then the surprise ending. You wrote "The Comfort Zone" and this could be like "The Twilight Zone," except you probably are too young to have seen that old TV show with it's various stories of irony. But your tale sure surprised me! So let me go look in the mirror ......... OK, I'm back. There's a razor bump under my chin. /// Seriously, I turned 52 the day you wrote this, in the mirror I see some regrets from personal weaknesses, but on the other hand have always tried to be a good person. That's my mirror story.
Wow this is deep. Many times we are well put together on the outside while on the inside we are an emotional wreck. I am learning to define myself not by the material things I possess but by the person I am without those things. You have to absolutely love the person in the mirror it's a true reflection of who you are. Great story.