Fractured mirror

Sometimes it scares me

To walk in darkness

To wear a shroud

To give up hope

To loose my faith

When love does love still live


Somewhere out there

In a field of dazzling light

When did this path I took become so terribly

Solitary and dark?

When did I lose step with my soul rhythm?

Sometimes I just cannot keep all of the tears inside

And so they burst out

What a bloody mess I tell myself

But who put the critic in control?

When the fuck will he end his toxic

Rampant strangle hold?

I watch others becoming aggressive

Not choosing love

But what about me

When did I become judge and jury

Or come to believe

I held any kind of monopoly

On truth?

Where is the proof this world is broken

Beyond any kind of repair?

What are the deep fissures in my heart

That keep my bring wedded

To images and beliefs

Of despair?

Can I bear the honest

Long protracted stare

In my own fractured mirror,?

Published by: emergingfromthedarknight

"The religious naturalist is provisioned with tales of natural emergence that are, to my mind, far more magical than traditional miracles. Emergence is inherent in everything that is alive, allowing our yearning for supernatural miracles to be subsumed by our joy in the countless miracles that surround us." Ursula Goodenough How to describe oneself? People are a mystery and there is so much more to us than just our particular experiences or occupations. I could write down a list of attributes and they still might not paint a complete picture pf Deborah Louise and in any case it would not be the full truth of me. I would say that my purpose here on Wordpress is to express some of my random experiences, thoughts and feelings, to share about my particular journey and explore some subjects dear to my heart, such as emotional recovery, healing and astrology while posting up some of the prose/poems which are an outgrowth of my labours with life, love and relationships. If anything I write touches you I would be so pleased to hear for the purpose of reaching out and expressung ourselves is hopefully to connect with each other and find where our souls meet.

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2 thoughts on “Fractured mirror”

  1. Boy do I relate to this Deb! I really get it, I get where your coming from. I feel as if I am a fractured mirror too at times. And will I ever be whole again? Who knows. But I just want you to know, sister, I get it. Xx

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