Broken Mirror

As the emotional eruption happens before me
I see myself as I used to be
unprotected, invisible
The fears, oh so much fear
Though I want to be a witness, a force for kindness

I fail.

An earthquake is triggered
deep inside of me.
My plates shift and I am no longer my new self.


I have reverted,
but remain precariously balanced between my new self and old
Straddling crevasses of pain
Stretching back to my earliest days
my smallest, my most vulnerable

No one protected me then
No one protects me now

The broken mirror reveals these cracks in both of us.

I see that pain and love you
I see that pain and try to love myself.

It is difficult and I am flailing.
Witnessing and honoring my progress
Witnessing and honoring our shared pain
Trying not to panic.

Coaxing the memory of the child/woman/wife I was
back to the now
Holding out a hand for
The child/woman/wife still suffering in front of me.
I hope to remind us both,
We are not alone.

There is more to life than jumping across ravines
And hiding from reflections
both for you and for me.

May love teach us both.