Mirror

I heard a sound,

A sound of sorrow,

A sound of tear drops.

Was she ill?

Was she hurt?

Was she in pain?

— again?

She got out of bed,

She walked toward me,

She stared at me — in grief.

"Please, be strong," she said.

Then she smiled at me,

A smile that she used to wear,

A smile that had long gone,

Thus, I smiled back at her —

full of hope.

LunaLittleFairy, 2014

Image from Ludimaginary