The world sometimes seems to be crashing down around me.
I close my eyes, afraid that if I open them, all will be gone.
I impulsively open them, expecting to see darkness alone.
My assumptions are true.
Wait – out there, far beyond…
There’s a light, I see it.
I feel a pull, an attraction towards it.
Soon I can make out what it is, and it’s my reflection;
a mirror with a happier image of myself staring back at me.
This version looks healthy,
She doesn’t seem to be draped in the layers of self-hatred that mar me.
Still feeling that pull, I walk over to the mirror
and into it… There I am.
Overwhelmed with home, love, normalcy.
Or so I thought.
All turned away, disintegrating into nothingness.
I’m forced back into the darkness, the loneliness.
Someone – Something approaches me.
It is love. It is me. I am free and unafraid.
I am happy.
I made myself happy.