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Yesterday I asked the mirror,
What stopped your tears?
What set muscles in motion?
What put your feet on the floor?

Silent answers perplexed me.
Will to survive.
Fear of barren dreams.
Resolve against hope to hope.

Today I asked the mirror,
What good were your tears?
Why did you bother crying?
Did sobbing serve any productive purpose?

An inner sage advised:
Pain flowed out into the pillow.
Necessity demanded.
You stand before me today a motivated person.