The mirror broke

The mirror broke.
The night before.
I was to walk a path.
I did not know.
And still.
Longed to take.

The mirror broke.
So I could not look back.
At myself.
As the dawn spilled over my skin.
The soft light asking me.
To wonder.
Why I thought.
I could ever could.
In the first place.

The mirror broke.
And the wind begged me to come outside.
To meet the wild.
That was to carry me.
Beyond the fear that shivered on my breath.

The mirror broke.
So I held the shards in my hand.
Gently.
Not wanting to hurt myself.
Any deeper than the aches caused by staying still when the sirens called my name.

The mirror broke.
And with it.
The maps that I pretended to have.
Fell from my mind.
Leaving me.
Still.

The mirror broke.
But I did not.

And so.
I found the doorway.
To the wind.
To the wild.
To a path I did not know.
Yet.
And I left.
Untethered.
To the way it was all supposed to be.
Ready.
For all that is.

In darkness and density…
With love and fire~

Jo Anna