i viewed myself through a mirror,
and saw a light shimmering.
not good, not bad,
maybe neutral,
run by pure fury,
hiding deep beneath my eyes,
that isn't known to anyone at all.
in this place nothing matters,
only this light that has survived,
when everything else was cold.
no shock bothers it,
no darkness distinguishes it,
no glare stops it,
it's alive...
it's me,
this extraordinary side of me,
the question is what am I?