Reflections

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When do we become broken? And is there any other way to become fixed?

I was reading through my archives. And this one just keeps coming back to me. It is a pervasive thought. I’m not sure how to have control over my destiny...

I feel lost 

Sacrifice

The magic mirror haunted me with its revelations

So I ripped it into to a thousand blessed damnations

Now the image is multiplied

Stalking me my own thousand truthful eyes

 

I cannot bear the vision of the shattered glass

Biggest of the pieces pierces hard and fast

Dagger in my hand

***ous intentions land

 

I stab my chest: spilling all its emptiness

The shattered mirror drinks up treasured heiress

And shines around for all to see

The victim that it made of me

 

Lifeless I watch the coroner make his examination

Oh it all began with Daddy was his clichéd declaration

The day he broke her mother's nose

Or perhaps the day he upon her petrol throwed?

 

No no, I think there's more to see

The time he made her believe in he

Maybe when her mother was too weak to fight?

To keep her daughter in her sight

 

What about deceiving lover's part

She was so free with love and heart

Happily gave herself away

To anyone prepared to stay

 

Pleased to give her soul to

Accepted it all as her fate

Believed in the sanctity of broken souls

Thought in her they could be whole

 

Believed that maybe they would mend

And in return could be her friend

Or maybe they would set her free

From the wretched soul that became of she

 

But no! Magic mirror on the wall

Told the story of lady's fall

In the end she made a choice

The only way to have a voice

 

No more a victim at others' will

She possessed herself

Her *** to spill

So in the end and ever after

Her demise was not the fault of life

She became her own

Sacrifice

 

 

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As soon we born or out of the womb we hit the first trauma. Gasping for oxygen we will cry as it hurt our lungs. Ironically that oxygen which give our fist breath of life, also will kill us slowly along the years. Traumas come to our life at different stages, birth, puberty, adulthood, menopause.... we survive them, for others we will look into that mirror, questioning over and over again, with no answers or quick fixes. But fixation is not also a solution, looking at that tiny light, making bigger and bigger every day is the way forward.

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@FabSeverus

thanks. Just struggling to see the light today 

[Ta****]

Yes I am in tears just now, but if things dont develop then it was never meant to be .

[Deleted Member]

@TammyNatalia what brought you to tears? 

[Ta****]

2 hours ago, Messedup79 said:

@TammyNatalia what brought you to tears? 

That is such a long story.  But it doesnt matter now.  Lol.