Rediscovery

I sit there in the comforts of my living room still and numb. I stare at the mirror on the wall and the reflection stares back cold and lifeless. Who is she? I don’t even know. How long have I been here like this?
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I hear a noise upstairs coming from the attic. It’s quiet; it’s subtle. I continue to stare and the noise picks up speed. It grows louder and louder. I watch as the reflection begins to show a different face. She begins to look around with curious eyes. The noise increases its presence; pounding rapidly. The reflection looks me dead in the eyes and I freeze. With a stern, impatient tone she says, “What are you waiting for?”
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I get up and my knees pop. My legs ache from immobility. I cautiously approach the stairs as I am beckoned by the noise. I hold tight to the railing; the balls of my feet follow each other climbing each stair one step at a time. I reach out my right hand and grasp the antique knob. As I turn the knob and the door opens, the noise stops. The silence is deafening.
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I look around the dark room and see objects coated in dust. When was the last time I came up here? I cannot recall…it’s all a blur. I used to come up here all the time. I practically lived here.
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I start to walk around the room and examine the contents as if I am seeing them for the first time. I see an old record player…I blow off the dust and pick up the record. It’s my favorite. I forgot all about it. I put it back on the player and I set the needle. The music begins to play and I continue to examine the room. I start to hum the familiar tune and then I open my mouth to sing. I remember the lyrics but nothing comes out. I try again and my voice is hoarse. It hurts as I forcefully push out the words. I’ve been silent for so long. I sing through the discomfort blowing the dust off my voice.
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I begin to pick up objects laying on the floor. They were left there as if life just stopped one day. I find that these objects are familiar; they are my favorite things. How could I forget? Where have I been?
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I run downstairs and gather my cleaning supplies. I re-enter the room and slowly begin to discover what I forgot as I wipe away the dust. I delight in the songs as I sing at the top of my lungs. Then an overwhelming feeling sweeps over me. I can feel? It is warm like a perfect autumn day. I sense my body thawing as if it is standing in an open field no longer hiding from the sun. My brain triggers a reaction…I think I remember…yes! I remember! Muscles in my face scan through their memories and eventually recall…my mouth quivers as I struggle to present a smile. How could I forget? Where have I been?
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I see pictures of mountains and beaches. I scan through magazines with running tips. I reminisce through old sketch books. I see a painting on the wall: Adventure awaits. Trekking poles occupy a corner of the room…pictures of Amsterdam, Germany, Paris and the North Sea are scattered across an old table…my passport sits there untouched…soccer trophies and running medals sit on bookshelves…how could I forget? Where have I been?
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I dust off a mirror standing from the floor. The wooden frame is carved with sunflowers and rabbits. I make a stripe across where the reflection of my face is. I remember this face…I remember that smile…I remember that joy. I remember her. This…this is my reflection. How could I forget? Where have I been?
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That noise…it was You. It is always You. You beckon my soul and bring life to the death within me. You encourage me to exchange my fear for trust. And then I am strong. Through the darkness of my pain You shine a piercing light. My joy is in You.
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I look at her and I weep. I tell her, “I’m so happy I found you. I promise I will never forget you again.”
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