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Mirror
My mirror shattered a long time ago,
looking down at the glistening shards.
Seeing what’s left of my broken reflection
A wound so deep, I still struggle to breath.
looking down at the glistening shards.
Seeing what’s left of my broken reflection
A wound so deep, I still struggle to breath.
Published 18th Jan 2023
| Edited 19th Jan 2023
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Anonymous
18th Jan 2023 9:58pm
Yeah. That's the hardest part, repairing the fragments. But the mirror of the mind's I, or minds's eye, can piece itself back together. With enough "dint" on our parts, like the magic mirror, the self can eventually flow back together seamlessly, and exist in unison with itself.
All self healing is that interminable process of increments. But with continual, unceasing, and unflinching "self-work," eventually the increments can build together enough that momentum kicks in, and the progressive increments come as larger blocks, and the process no longer seems interminable.
All self healing is that interminable process of increments. But with continual, unceasing, and unflinching "self-work," eventually the increments can build together enough that momentum kicks in, and the progressive increments come as larger blocks, and the process no longer seems interminable.
26th Jun 2023 6:01am
There's a rich authenticity and raw truth here that I feel many people can relate to, finding shards of themselves within the reflection of anxiety staring back...
Incredibly astute brevity.
Thank you for sharing.... I hear you.
🌹B
Incredibly astute brevity.
Thank you for sharing.... I hear you.
🌹B
29th Jun 2023 9:22pm
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