Internal Bleeding.
The mirror of projection
Laid over me
Of all things taught is
Passed on like an inheritance
to every man I once let in my life
And then said "No more".
Each time I took the impact
of the one who swung the mirror at me.
It cracked more and more
Until it lay in pieces as if
from a violent storm
Only difference is tornados or hurricanes are indifferent.
Not human
Finally knowing the difference
I said rebuked all of them
Sending them to hell...
Or so I thought I did...
What if I didn't
And even though I am alone there is one left.
Me.
When a mirror is broken
Each piece reflects what it did in it's entirity.
So painful splinters work their way out of me
Anyone who touches or comes near me risks being cut
By what pierced me going in
And again as they come out.
What if they never all come out of me...
I now come with a warning
You should not touch me, hold me
much less come within a certain radius.
I draw myself like a wraith into a parameter.
Maybe if I find another frame
I think.
Becoming still life.
to lay myself down beside still water.
Now no one who comes near me can
Risk being cut by the very thing that hurt me.
Can I at least have this one security.
Please God don't make me come down
From this landscape of peace
Peace at last.
But I know this peace
Is only quiet chaos.
It is not a life at all.
What can I do...
It healing possible or a cure.
Or at best in remission...
I ask myself this
But as Einstein said
"You cannot solve the problem
Using the same mind that created it".
Is it possible to reach a higher mind.
Or state of awareness.
I hope since I know the question
It comes with an answer
I just cannot see it now.
