Scratches on the Mirror
For the next week, I am going to be posting short stories I have written, instead of the song/pic/joke of the day. These stories are all parables, and they have deeper meanings than just entertaining, although I hope people are able to find both in them. I am going to start with part 1 of this story first, tell 5 more throughout the week, then end with part 2 of this story next week. I hope you all enjoy. I really appreciate the feedback you have all given me so far. I have been afraid to post my stuff, and you guys have really helped me get over that. I love you all to death!
Scratches On the Mirror
In a small town some time ago, a young woman gave birth to an extraordinary beautiful baby girl. The baby girl was so beautiful, that the whole town gathered just to see her. They were so delighted with the pretty little infant, that many brought her gifts. For several days all that people seemed to talk about was the perfect looking baby that had been born. Among the townspeople there was an old woman, who many respected and sought advice from. One day she visited the young mother, and began to warn her.
“If your child continues to grow up with this sort of admiration and attention, she will become spoiled. She will think that her beauty makes her better than all the people in the town. She will not respect us, because she will think we are ugly and normal. She will not even respect or love you, her own mother, because she will think your are below her. Her beauty will get to her head and spoil her heart.”
The mother was sitting in a rocking chair with the baby in her arms. She listened to the old woman's words and became very afraid. She knew there was some truth to what the woman had said. After all, doesn't it seem that “beautiful" people tend to be snobby to others? The mother thought of herself as being fairly plain, and she did not want her daughter to hate her for it. After a long silence, the mother finally asked,
“What do I do?”
The old woman smiled just a little without saying anything just yet, and pointed to a large mirror on the wall. The mirror was a gift that many of the townspeople head chipped in to help buy. It was so the young girl could see for herself how pretty she was when she grew older.
“If you want the girl to love you, and respect the people of the town, you must hide her beauty from her.” The old woman said. And with that she pulled a sharp stone out of her pocket. She walked over to the mirror and began scraping and scratching, one way and then the other. With each cut to the mirror, the reflection of old woman's face looked more and more distorted.
“Tell the whole town, that no one is is speak of her beauty. No one is it make her feel like she is better than any of us. She is to be able to look into this mirror, and this mirror alone. We must make her think that she is normal, and no more beautiful than any of the rest of us.”
The mother sat in the rocking chair staring at the once beautiful mirror with tears in her eyes, but nodded. She would do what the old woman said. Her daughter would not know how beautiful she really was.
Scratches on the mirror
It's the way she saw her face
Never knew her beauty
But she always knew her place
Everybody told her
She was like everyone else
So she never felt important
Cuz she never knew herself
Always kept in darkness
All the lies would keep her blind
Never taught to question
So the answers she won't find
And even though she's sad
I guess used to it she's grown
She doesn't seek out pleasure
Because pain is all she's known
No one lifts her up
For they fear if they did that then
She would think that they were smaller
And she'd act better than them
So locked away is happiness
Some distance from her heart
They want her to depend on them
And not to drift apart
She looks inside her dull scratched mirror
And cries and what she see's
And prays someday her scars will heal
And beautiful she'll be