Day 344 "Broken Mirrors"

Where does this broken image of myself come from?

Who gives us these fears and these dark perspectives?

When did I choose to walk away from myself and let someone else walk for me?

When did I start looking into broken mirrors and trusting the reflection to be true?

I cannot forget a time that felt impossibly darker, a time where everything felt jaded and distorted, a time where I willingly looked into these broken and fractured mirrors, and I accepted that I was beyond repair.

I can still recall the days where I dodged the sight of my own eyes starring back at me, how they never lied, how they always showed me of the sadness and the disappointment in it all, and how I was still enduring the abuse.

I still remember those days that had me face to face with the darker side of myself, that side that acted like the most familiar stranger I had ever known.

Now time has passed, and I have learned about perspective; I have now found the beauty in a broken mirror.

I have finally come to see the temporary power that I gave to all the others.

I can sense just how thick of a fog that once clouded my vision and my heart, and I can see how it changed my view of this world.

After all this time I finally see that I gave myself this broken image by allowing it.

I can finally see that I was the first to cast a stone into an unbroken mirror; I was the first to shatter my own image.

After all this time I have finally come to accept that I no longer want to stare back into this broken mirror, or believe in its false reflection.