Reflection

Reflection

Looking into the glass mirror I see a reflection with only imperfections. A single tear escapes my steady blood shot eyes and rolls down my cheek. I grow limp. My reflection resembles that crow perched on your finger with lopsided wings. I am ugly, dark and unwanted.

The reflection opens its mouth to reveal yellow jagged teeth. I’m a monster. I rack my brain; run my fingers through my hair. Think of something positive I can’t. The positive thoughts are closed tight in the stone box at the back of my mind. I’m so negative. My crystal thoughts are being polluted. I feel heavy and cracked. Compliments will not reach this opaque heart.

Irrational thoughts slice through my foot and lacerate my arms. I don’t try to tame them, my fist can punch holes through doors but I am so weak. I am stuck staring at myself through a window looking at the lopsided figure on the other side. I rub salt in my own wounds.
The dusty mirror calls me over. My thoughts tell me no but I keep going. I look at my reflection and see something new. Something to love, something to hold on to, something to embrace. I’m no longer chained. I done being bound to my reflection