I have neglected myself. Pushed aside the rubble and ash hoping to see stability underneath. I was left with shattered pieces of glass and its hollowed frame. No longer able to look in the mirror because of what WASN’T looking back. A hollowed frame of my former self. The pieces stick to me but are no longer a part of my beauty, my value. My hollowed frame has been filled with guilt, filled with regret, filled with emptiness. Nothing to hold me in place, I rot into the burning flames that once molded this hollowed frame. I am the vessel that no longer gives and cannot take back. The state of reflection has been broken. Hollowed I am, but still firm. Fired up, I stand strong with my frame intact. Steadfast and unbreakable.
