And all the sad words have been written and recorded.
In a loaded diary, in untitled documents, on discarded pieces of paper,
And in tears that have since dried.
And all the sad words break my heart right back into a million pieces,
Into sharp edged shards of glass that glisten and glimmer, mocking me.
And yet slowly the glass crumbles into sand.
And all the sad words sound like they were written by someone else,
Someone who seems to know exactly how I felt,
But who isn’t me. Because my attempts to distance myself from those shards of glass…
Are starting to work.
I can breathe.
Sometimes, when I look in the mirror, I glimpse the shadow of that girl. The one who couldn’t think, who couldn’t hear her own voice, who felt so torn apart inside it’s a wonder she remained intact.
That girl looked haggard.
She was in love,
But she was hurting.
I catch other glimpses though, in that stained and cracked bathroom mirror. I see the reflection of an elegant woman. She is brave and wise, confident and pure of heart. She is golden, effervescent, enchanted…
She knows how to love, and she will love again. And maybe next time it will be right.
“Birds flying high, you know how I feel / Sun in the sky, you know how I feel / Breeze driftin’ on by, you know how I feel / It’s a new dawn / It’s a new day / It’s a new life / For me.” – Nina Simone