You stand before the mirror.
The air is heavy with dust,
and the light does not warm you.
It shows your face —
not as it is,
but as it might become:
tired eyes,
a weight you never noticed settling in your skin.
There is no cruelty here.
Only the quiet ache of time,
the sorrow of minutes slipping by
while you were looking elsewhere.
You see the corridor inside the mirror.
So many doors.
They were never locked.
Some stood ajar. Some held the key, waiting.
Yet you passed them by.
Not because you couldn’t enter —
but because you whispered to yourself: “Not today.”
Now the echo of those unchosen rooms
returns as silence.
The lives you might have touched,
the words you might have spoken,
wait in the dust behind those doors.
They were laughing,
right there,
just beyond the glass.
You told yourself you’d join them
“one day,”
when you were ready,
when your heart felt less fragile,
when you felt more
like someone who belonged.
But days are greedy.
They slip out of your hands.
And while you wait for courage
life keeps dancing without you.
Now the music has stopped.
The chairs are empty.
And the echo you hear
is your own silence
pressing back against the window.
There were faces
you never leaned close enough to touch.
Hands that waited
for your hand —
but you kept yours at your side.
They are gone now.
Not with anger,
not with blame —
just with time.
You feared the weight of intimacy.
You feared what it would ask of you.
So you chose distance,
thinking you could return later.
But time does not keep doors open.
It closes them softly,
one by one.
And now the mirror shows you
only empty chairs,
and your own hand
reaching into air.
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It is never too late
to reach for a face,
to open a door,
to whisper the words
that waited too long.
Tomorrow is not promised,
but today is still yours.
And even if silence
has followed you for years,
even if shadows cling,
you can still step forward.
Because life is not only
what has passed.
It is also
what can still begin
the moment you decide.
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✨ It Is Never Too Late – Ritual
The past cannot be undone. But the future has not yet been written. It is never too late to forgive, to change, to live.
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