The Mirror – {short story}

A foray into fiction…. or is it possible this is the truth for many who love among us?

Robin

God made me a Mirror…. No, not a mirror that you check your hair or lipstick with. I mean He made me into a Mirror – of souls.

He made me a reflector of a number of the issues, the personality and character traits, of pain. For people with reason to hurt another and who do, but will never work to undo that sorrow; for those who never grow with pain’s lessons.

We’re here in various ways to make it better for the masses… I’m to diminish the agonies of the collective unconscious. To lift higher, toward the light of awareness and peace of spirit. Some of the informed call us the 7th Muse, the agents of change.

It’s what the angels whispered to me, finally,  in yearning answer to why my heart got crushed again and again. I don’t know if this knowledge made it any easier – ever.

I’m not sure that it even lightly eased the melancholy that now grows in me without effort, spontaneously, like how other aspects of nature grow – weeds, trees, the clouds. No, I don’t think so, upon contemplation, that knowing about Mirrors made anything easier at all.

Mirrors live on feelings, at extraordinarily keen levels. It’s a necessity; a critical part of the role needed to detect the next mission. To sense the disguised, sometimes deeply buried scars of the walking wound-ers.

Perhaps it’s unsurprising then, that I’d fall in love with my fated protégés, some quite deeply… Maybe it’s part of the job – a requirement for the sake of ‘authenticity’… I’ll never be sure, but I do know that each time, it killed off part of me… always withered a small piece of my heart, permanently.

It’s part of my obligations to absorb the very pain I’m so adept at finding. I siphon off the excess as much as I can to ease misery, like a cool, water-soaked cloth laid upon a fresh burn.

I will clear the minds and hearts of the suffering tormentors, enough for them to see the cause and effects of their own actions.

I find them easily – those who, for whatever the cause, cannot see past their unattended damage that injures further. Those unable to see that the reasons for their self-pity are not an excuse to share it indiscriminately and without care.

They always fall for me intensely… they adore me madly. They revel in the alluring self-image that my purpose shines on them… Until that day… when I have to unpack the tools of revelation. When the burst of my anger lights up their core and in the disorienting exposure, their emotions within the poisons come flooding out.

It’s during this time that my own inner light flickers in uncertainty and plaintive regret… because I know they will never forgive me for it. For this unexpected part of the love, the lancing, the purifying, and it always compels them to strike out vigorously, to shatter the Mirror.

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My sorrow grows as they strive to re-bury the revealed gash marks of their own words and decisions. When they’re desperate to silence the released howls of their unmasked rage. When they especially want, to shut me up.

This strife, our trial by fire, can last for weeks, sometimes years, but – not long after the tenderness of debrided cells heal, they move on with renewed willingness to love honestly, more gently, generously. They have always loved again in greater humanity.

Despite profoundly possessing the desires of any romantic, I’ll never share in the satisfaction of a lover turning back in sincerity to say,  I’m sorry. I’ll never be the one who rides off into the embrace of redeeming understanding granted by the dawning of true empathy.

No, there are never those type of third acts for Mirrors; Creation has determined my purpose and I can only hope It’ll maybe consider my collection of dreams.

So, what’s my reward then? I don’t know and may never know, but I dream someday I’ll finally feel every drop of joy and comfort of true cherishing and at least every bit of peace as equal to those as I have pulled suffering from.

I will cling to those first moments of mad adoration that my charges give me. I will rest my fatigued heart on those heady, wistful memories… until my own days of pain and loneliness are blessedly extinguished with the final covering of my reflection.

I am a Mirror, pleased to meet you, and your soul....

RL

Next post scheduled for April 11th.

The Reason: 
Defies death, but requires hard lessons in humanity.

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23 Responses to The Mirror – {short story}

  1. trentpmcd says:

    “A foray into fiction…. or is it possible this is the truth for many who love among us?” Hmmm, is it fiction or are there some like this who live and love among us?

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    • Oh, I see what you did there! Thanks, Trent.

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      • trentpmcd says:

        That was a question to you – The way it’s written, you do seem to leave it open, that perhaps some are like this, Mirrors…

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        • OK, so I’m not so on the ball today. 😀 Well, I sometimes wonder myself to be honest. Years ago I had this dream that I was a pain absorb-er, in answer to some anguish I was going through then. It always pops into my mind when I face certain challenges. So, I guess I have to wonder too that maybe it really is a truth…

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        • trentpmcd says:

          I’m pretty sure some people are natural empaths – they feel others’ pain. But then, to be a true empath, they go beyond it and try to sooth the pain. Some may take it on themselves…

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  2. Paul says:

    intriguing Robyn – enough truth to really make the readers think. Well written. grabs the reader and pulls them in.

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    • Thanks so much, Paul. This was actually borne from a vivid dream I had years ago, and during yet another period of health and heart recovery. Something is in the cosmos lately, I am certain. Cheers to you, my friend.

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  3. ledrakenoir says:

    Always enjoy your “fingersteps” on the keyboard, very well written… 🙂

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  4. The Hook says:

    Thank you for sharing your gift, Robyn.

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  5. There are definitely people around who are empaths and who absorb other people’s energies and pains and things, so there may well be more than a nugget of truth to this.

    Xxxx

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    • Hi Lou. Yes, I think there are, and I think you have to be really strong to not get taken under by the absorption. I hope you’re having a great day, my friend.

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      • It’s school holidays here, so things are a little quieter for me this week, which is very nice. Until I go anywhere near the shops, of course! How are things with you?

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        • Well, I’m glad you’re enjoying a little R&R… I had an unexpected surgery yesterday, so that was fun. 😉 It was small really and I’m only a little tender, so really not too bad. Yeah, that kind of helps to keep me out of shops! 🙂

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