The Mirror has two Faces

One side gleams with mercy, soft and white,
Where the angel perches, morning - bright.
Her breath fogs the glass with whispered grace
A lullaby of peace wrapped in space.

She watches not herself, but you,
Through silver veils and skyward hue.
Her eyes hold songs not meant for sound,
Where sins unspoken are unbound.

But turn the pane - the other face
Is cracked with shadows, stiff with lace.
It wears no light, nor feather’s kin,
Just echoes shrieking deep within.

No angel rests, no silence dwells,
Only the clink of phantom bells.
A hollow mask, a cindered glare,
The absence of someone who used to care.

Yet between these halves, truth coils and waits
A molten thread of mirrored fates.
Do you choose the gaze that soothes, forgives,
Or the one that mourns what never lives ?