One day I looked in the mirror,
Only to see a woman I didn't recognize.
Her eyes were haunted,
Her expression pained.
The woman seemed distracted,
From what I don't know.
Inside the rough facade she held many secrets.
I wanted to tell her it would be okay.
That for all things there is a season.
For the woman in that reflection,
It was her season for pain.
Recently I gazed in that same mirror,
The woman was yet again there.
Only now I recognized a new essence in her,
Happiness had replaced her pain.
Her distraction was no longer there,
For now there was a purpose.
Her season for pain had drawn to an end.
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