She....

She sits amidst the shadows contemplating. Fondly remembering what was and fascinating about what could have been. As she ponders over the actions of her recent past, she is perplexed. Astonished at her own self.She can feel the self loathe slowly creep in from the dark recesses of her soul. She has tried hard not to think about it. Drowned herself in work, parties and alcohol. Now she realises , you can run away from everything but it's only a matter of time before your conscious finds you.

She looks into the mirror but sees an unfamiliar face.The woman behind the glass smirks at her. She is everything she thought she would never become. In anger and frustration she smashes the mirror. Suddenly, the scattered pieces look familiar.They bear a  resemblance to her life is now.

As she gathers the broken pieces, new wounds make their place among old scars, constant reminders of how rocky the road has been. She looks back to see how far she has come and if there is still a way to get back home. All around her there is nothing to be found but darkness, save a small flickering spec at a great distance. She picks up the pieces and treads along the road continuing her journey in the dark..........