“Shattered"

The mirror reflects on my imperfections. Where’s that girl that used to smile and run miles at a time. She’s gone. I can’t find her anymore. She has shattered hopes and dreams. That person I once recognized has lost her faith. Knotted hair and black rings under my eyes. The mind is playing tricks again. I fear walking away. I'm here standing and I feel paralyzed. I move with shaky fingers while hearing voices. As my hand touches my face wiping tears away, the mirror keeps telling me lies. Every line tells a story. I scream as loud as I can. Isn't it enough to have gone through the beating of life. I feel sorrow inside my shattered heart because of the past. So many years of being tested daily. When will the excellent begin. Tomorrow has passed over and over again. The pain doesn’t go away. It stays at bay.

Life has started then gone. It gives chills straight to my spine. I keep brushing a big knot that always appears. I keep getting stuck with the picks of the brush. It's so painful each time it keeps pulling my hair. I’m out of control. Shattered dreams has me staying in the dark. It's been tough picking up the pieces since there were so many. One by one, the puzzle was almost complete, but hearing my heartbeat slow down makes me wonder why I'm still here. My frown is evident. I won’t last the night. A light glows on the mirror and my reflection is marvelous. I don’t see crossroads on my face, just a smile. With each slow beat I have one hand holding my heart. I throw the brush at the heavy mirror. To my surprise the glass shattered into a thousand pieces and falls forward towards me in a panic. I take a step back and turn away from my fate second guessing wanting to go away. My eyes close as broken glass cuts my feet.

I cry out and fall on the shattered glass, seeing the brass frame that once around the mirror glass took the place of my flaws. I see an image of a reaper come for me. I close my eyes hearing the waves of the beach. A sound of peace opening my eyes, lovely twinkling stars thousands of them I’m in Awww of them the beauty of the heavens welcome me to the kingdom of freedom. The music speaks volumes at my last beating shattered heart.

Such a beautiful feeling to have restored my faith. It feels like I am smiling. I want to run again. Maybe even miles. I would do it again if I could. Is this pain I feel? Is there a glass stuck on my foot? I woke up to the heavy mirror frame that missed me by a foot. I snatch the glass out of my skin and the pain didn’t bother me like it should. My dark room that looked so gloomy felt like it had color. A peaceful promise was given to me and I won't ever feel the same. I won't let life get the best of me. This shattered glass didn’t break me, it saved me in the end. If it weren’t for the shattered glass, I wouldn't run again. A peaceful promise made me feel alive again.-Martha Perez