Im fragile Im made of glass one crack leads to another And the harder you hit the more I break You see your reflection when you look at my shattered pieces as I crumble to the ground and your blood trickling down the shards Yes Im fragile But as you heavily breathe over me Once the dust has cleared view Amongst the broken pieces you see a bright glistening heart shining a aura of red yellow green and blue ribbon the ribbon expands and surrounds you, at first with fear you gasp for air, then as the ribboned energy touches your rough edgy skin You no longer fear for you are welcomed with warmth, a depth of over empowering energy flows slowly smoothly softly through you and touches a darkened place a coffin you thought you had buried so deeply, this energy, this enlightened scented warmth, that you are endearing sparks your fumbled memory, this feeling, this is a feeling you havent felt since childhood, the feeling of love, pure, true, kind, love. A feeling that has been reawakened by the light held within the shattered figure before you that trickled with your blood as you stood amongst the reflection that arose such anger sadness and over empowered emotion. The glass figure that once stood towering over the surface below your feet before you abused and hurt and weakened the figure to crumbling pieces. The figure had no face once beaten only face to be seen in its reflection was your own, the light that reawakened the love you so dearly thought was lost was never lost but hidden within yourself. We are but mirror image of one another, that childhood spirit of truth magic and most of all love can never be lost for it can be seen within the glass reflection of one another, we are fragile creatures, every battle that has been sought for you has also been sought for her, him and every living creature on this earth. Do not deny weakness but accept it and renovate it into strength, the strength you see and hope for within each other the strength of love the over empowering light that lives within all of us, we are one we are strong we are true and we are love. Rediscover the untruth, if this simple untruth is forgotten you may find yourself hovering over your reflection within the shards of broken glass trickled with your blood. -late night thoughts by Brianna Lyn Smith- .
Posted on: Sat, 24 Jan 2015 11:57:42 +0000
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