She who holds up the mirror, expects no recognition, gratitude or glory.

The unblamable mirror, the sacrosanct self, there is but one to blame.

She who holds up the mirror, brings darkness in the form of light, pain in the form of love,

Whilst living free within our created kingdoms, we disavow and self deny.

She who holds up the mirror, does so with steady hand and still heart.

Demanding no thanks, seeking no more than to bring light and love, to open hearts.

She who holds up the mirror, does so with a simple, unerring, search for truth,

Understanding the pain of deception, the comfort of certainty, the discord of discovery.

She who holds up the mirror, owns nothing more than steadfast will and intent.

The dark reflections that hurt the eyes and burn the soul, come from within.

She who holds up the mirror, is more judged than judging,

But she holds it all the same, knowing not what else to do.