My trembling arms raise a hammer
above my head,
An "iron fist" of sorts.
With each weighted step
Towards my reflection,
My arms scream,
Threatening to buckle,
But I must push through the pain.
With a force I thought impossible
To muster up,
The hammer came down,
Shattering the mirror, and my reflection within.
A deep, warm breath filled
My belly and lungs;
It was the first real breath I'd had in weeks.
Fresh air had never tasted so sweet.

You see, all this time,
I held my shattered heart
In my own hands.
Only I, myself, was able to stand up
And start again.
Overwhelming guilt lost her jealous hold,
And control stepped to the plate.