The Mirrors Edge.

In the quiet hours before dawn's embrace

I stood before the mirror, tracing every trace.

A canvas worn and weary, splattered with dreams

In the depths of my heart, a cacophony screams.

With each reflection, a promise to make

“I’ll mold myself anew, for my own sake.”

I gathered my shadows, each fear and each flaw

Chiseled them down to a fractured raw.

Days turned to weeks, a relentless pursuit

I whispered to whispers, “You must bear the fruit.”

I painted my mind with colors so bright

Only to find darkness swallowing light.

Each night was a trial, a tormenting rite

I wrestled with thoughts in a desperate fight.

I turned over stones in the cavern of self

Unraveled the tapestries, shelves upon shelves.

I screamed at the silence, begged it to break

“Rebuild me from rubble, for my own sake.”

I danced with my demons, begged them to change

Tried twisting their forms, but they felt so strange.

The pressure was mounting, the air turned to stone

I forged every piece, but I felt so alone.

With each step I took, a crack deeper grew

The person I sought remained buried in blue.

I painted new stories, I crafted new ways

But the echoes of old me, they lingered for days.

I climbed every mountain, I swam every sea

Yet still, at my core, I was just… still me.

And then came the moment, that shattering night

When the weight of the effort eclipsed all the light.

I fell to my knees, the façade fell apart

The walls I had built crumbled down to my heart.

The truth I had sought was a mirror of pain

For in chasing the change, I had lost all I gained.

For in trying so hard to be someone I’m not

So here in the rubble, I breathe and I stand

A tapestry woven by my own hand.

Not perfect, not polished, but just simply alive.