If I scream loud enough will you hear me?
If my voices shatters your earlobes
And my fists break this glass,
If I set aflame the norms of our home
And I smoke out these memories,
Will it be enough to teach you
How much I’m haunted by our past?
But as I walk across this threshold,
As I touch the remnants of our hope,
And I see my altered reflection
Strewn in fractured mirrors across our floor,
I realize I may have become
Everything I was fighting against,
Everything I always hated,
Everything I once said was on the other side of this door.
–Written by Sandy Heights
Image by MichaelGaida from Pixabay
2 thoughts on “Fractured Glass”
😢 the feels are too heavy. There’s always a way to turn ourselves back to what we want, so as we’re given the chance
Couldn’t agree more! I have seen again and again over time how we so often become what we are most afraid of becoming. But I also think there are lessons learned and hope to be gleaned for something better from the process of “becoming.”
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