mirrors.

And so I'm sitting hereStuck in the middle
I've been gazing at a reflection of a strong yet fragile image that I sometimes can't recognize
And so I try and compartilize my fragmented pieces in a box labeled "the past"
And the rest of me , I stare at it in the mirror
My biggest fears richochet off the glass pieces
And sometimes I feel defeated and contatined in the high walls of my heart
The fears bounce back with great force, I take the blows without flinching because nothings worse than vulnerability
At least at this point ....I'm open like a wound
Prone to accidents and susceptible to false truths
To life without romance, I am not immune
Love was my vaccination
There is no guarantee, constant contemplation
So I'm pacing, back in forth in this mirror
Trying hard to make the vision clearer
Although I am strong, its hard to believe I'm on my own
Momentarily I sink deep in the depths of my solitude
Serenading myself to my own somber interlude
And even though I look into the mirror and see an image that may sometimes confuse me
The clearest thing is always my naked beauty I am here
Evolving with my layers not quite in tact
Unknowingly wearing my heart on my sleeve...
Ironically, I finally feel I can breathe

I should probably start this thing back up .....