5/5
Four years from one day when the ground broke
And shattered into a million tiny mirrors
Pieces of myself lay discarded, scattered, tarnished with neglect
The bits of reflection held the illusion
Years of hearing all the things i couldn’t
All that i wasn’t
When the noise is loud and repetitive enough, one can’t hear let alone see the embers swirling around
So somewhere along the line I vanished into nothingness
And experienced a hollow of aloneness
That worst kind of lonely when you aren’t even alone
And on that day, at that time when the light had faded, when I heard the ground crack open
and felt myself splinter, there was a tiny part of me that flickered.
It was something so long forgotten I had no words for it.
Hope.
Today I remember those first days, first week, month, and year out of honor.
For taking the time to find my dignity.
To reclaim my beautiful soul.
To remember all that it took to get to this place of here and now.
Standing in what i can, what i do, what i am.
Flying free in a sparkling reflection of mirrors cast in starlight.