Shattered Pieces

Shattered pieces lay all around me.

Pieces of a mirror,

a mirror that once reflected the lie I had become.

I stand still, look around.

Do I dare move?

Take the first step?

But really, haven’t I already taken that step?

I look down at my hands,

they shake,

what have I done?

The mirror was all I knew.

It was a mask,

a mask to keep me safe.

Now it's gone,

shattered,

broken.

I'm exposed.

I feel like everyone is looking at me,

though no one is in the room.

All the pain I hid inside is finally coming out.

All the nightmares,

the fears,

the thoughts,

I couldn't keep them inside anymore.

I wanted to reflect me for once,

not someone they wanted to see.

I wanted them to see me.

So I broke it,

I broke the mirror I hid behind.

I broke free,

I got out,

all that is left is the shattered pieces of a life I’m leaving behind.

A life I spent in numb darkness,

a life where I really wasn't living at all.

Where will I go now?

Now that my only home is gone?

Glass crunches underneath my feat.

I know.

I have for so long.

I'm going to find everyone who told me I couldn't break through the mirror,

my depression,

and say-

look at me now.

I'm free.

finally free.

I take another step,

it's time to go.

Time to leave this shattered life behind.

It's time to start living again.