Object Writing: Kiss

I met her in a mirror but time had not yet passed onto her youthful face. She beamed with a fragile enthusiasm that vibrated when she spoke. Her heart was weighed by the opinions of others and drowning slowly in the torrent that seeped at her self-worth, dragging stones against her soul to scar and maim as they passed through. Her radiant energy waned to a cavernous darkness nipping at the heels of any who entered, with no tool to dig or foothold to conquer. Though even in the well of aching sorrow she glowed in warm hues, sharing glimmers with the small creatures that dwelled in the darkness. A light visible looking in, a pulsing glow of determination crying exhausted tears as though washing away these despairing thoughts to clear a path to home. She will learn, as she meets me in the mirror and time greets her face an old friend, that she was worth every starlight and sunrise...