On The 8th Day Poem by Rare Gem

Staring at myself in the mirror, I could see some broken pieces.
It was a mirror I could use to see my inner being,
And It was obvious I was broken.
My heart was like a shattered glass,
And there was no way I could pick it up to fix it.

There was this deep pain I felt within,
Sharper than the edge of a knife.
More painful like a cut through my heart.
An acknowledgement of the depth of my hurt.

I just couldn't help it.
Even tears became a stranger.
My eyes were as dry as a desert.
I wasn't weak neither was I strong.
I felt the burden weighing me down.

The emptiness within made me feel so lifeless.
My mind was blank and I felt so lost and weak,
Even though I was still breathing.
I sat down on the chair opposite the mirror,
I couldn't feel my weight anymore.

Suddenly I felt a liquid roll down my cheeks, I couldn't believe I was crying.
It was endless, wild and free.
All my hidden emotions had surfaced.

After a while, I felt so whole again.
The burden weighing me down had been released.
My numb hands regained strength.
And I felt so alive.

I looked into the mirror with a new hope.
Maybe my heart wasn't shattered beyond repair.
I had this new will to heal.
And to live a life worth living.

I looked at my phone and checked the date,
It was the 8th day of the month.
I smiled, feeling a sense of peace.
©Rare gem