Self-Reflection

Unable to go back to sleep, she woke to her nightmare. Leaning against the grave, white wall, she was there murmuring to herself. Oh no, not to herself but her shadows on the wall. Against the shards of light came the shards of shades. On the wall they danced and celebrated. They accompanied this poor woman who was drowning in her own sorrow and horror.

There against the wall she sat. She mumbled dreary and weary thoughts to her friends - her very own broken images. Those were also her, but only in different states. Some were happy, some were caring, some were bitter, and some were sarcastic. But all were there to entertain and to bless her dire existence. Yes, dire I said. The woman whose only friends were her own shadows, could be eerie and unapproachable. Some have doubted her ability to survive in the reality.Yet she has not failed to continue her life. Even though continue to live also represent a continuous struggle internally and externally.

One night she broke down. The shards of light no longer came after her nightmare. And there were no longer shards of shades twisting on the wall. She lost her support, her company. Then she lost her will to live after losing her only friends. She just leaned against the wall in the darkness. This time all by herself.