Poetry Readings

Reflection

When I look in the mirror, what do I see?
I see a broken girl but not just any broken girl, she's shattered. Shattered like the mirror she broke because of the built up anger. And she's picking up the pieces one-by-one, not caring how much blood she's lost. Because all she's focused on is fixing the frame she sees in the he mirror of her mother.
All the girl sees is her mother. Not her aunt or father or uncle; nor her. She sees her mother, there was always her mother. The thing is that everytime she looked in the mirror and saw her reflection, it took her back.
Back to the past. Back to her worse nightmare. Back to when everything fell apart and her life came crashing.
It took her back to when her parents split and were never seen together again.
It took her all the way back.
To when her depression began and she gave up.
When the beginning of the end happened.
Looking at her reflection, made her past feel like the present. It made her feel like the day of her mom's end was just yesterday.
When the fact of the matter is...All the suffering...was just the beginning...of her end.

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