~ Eternal Reverie ~

Looking at myself in the mirror and all I see, is the broken shell of the person that I used to be.
Once I was full of light, now I am left in the dark. A tree broken by the storm.
I wish I could put myself back together. Like the pieces in a puzzle.
Maybe one day the roots will grow once more and I will blossom.

“The flower that blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all” – Mulan

Perhaps with time I’ll get there. But the road is long and heavy. How do you find the light, when all you see is darkness? How do you free the person locked away inside if you cannot find the key?