blinded by the image
in the mirror made
of broken words
which reflects not
the beauty of the woman standing
before it
I have wept
in another world
where birds become fishes
breathing water to wake up
into a new reality
and do not fly again…
and still
the waves of words
once diffuse and without form
coalesced around me
supporting my every thought
learning to breathe fire
learning to weave new patterns out
of tattered memories
learning to appreciate how the sun glints
in the broken yet intact mirror
a gift beyond measure
painting: John William Waterhouse – Mariana
