maybe someday i will discover
my strength,
and maybe i will use it
to shatter the lies
that tint and warp my reflection.
maybe, maybe,
maybe i will use the shards
to create a path to healing.
and the shards will cut my feet
with every step
i force myself to take,
but maybe -
maybe the scarlet blood staring at me
will make me, let me,
want me to keep moving.
and i will.

(i try not to remind myself
of my biggest fear,
that there is nothing tinting my reflection,
that there will be no shards
to make my way.)