Hall of Broken Mirrors
I'm one person.
So many people talk about how they're all smashed to pieces, losing bits of themselves, lamenting like Humpty Dumpty at their inability to be pieced back together. I've been that person, but as time passed I learned that it's not about dismemberment, wisdom teeth, or tonsils. It's an emotional outcry that many can only scream unintelligibly. Some even ascend to the ability to pinpoint that outpouring of fear, but that does not change the uncivilized method of guttural wordlessness.
Years ago I reflected that my own consciousness and actions mirror each other in an endless fading hallway, and rather than face the distant decaying image, I fractured my own awareness, each shard flung far to incorporate new perspectives into myself. It was in this manner I became more than one person, not physically, but mentally, personally.
These many faces are evident in numerous stories, journals, and people's lives, and this is my admission to having lost my individuality somewhere along the way.
No prequels yet. Why not write one?
Comments (4 so far!)
Average reader rating 4.50/5
We each deal with life's contradictions in our own way. It is always hard to realise that one is in conflict with oneself; that one isn't a single coherent whole. You have expressed this fractured self in a striking metaphor that leaves me changed from having read it.
- #459 Posted 6 years ago
Thank you for your kind words.
- #461 Posted 6 years ago
This describes how it really is for most people, yet they are unable to fully understand. I love this a lot. It made me think about myself.
- #464 Posted 6 years ago
- 4 out of 5
I can identify strongly with this, and therefore on some level with you as a storyteller, Jae. Thank you for expressing this.
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