I pick up a large obsidian rock.

I look at my images in the mirrors for the last time.

I throw the rock at the mirrors.

I shatter the infinite images.

I shatter the sources of the images that

 I have been creating for many years.

I shatter the images that have been created by others

since childhood.

I feel a big jolt.

A sudden silence overcomes my surroundings.

I can feel a gentle breeze on my face.

I can hear my breath.

I hear crackling sounds.

I can see cracks in the solid foundation the

mirrors were placed upon.

The foundation gradually transforms

into tiny grains of sand.

I see all the “marked paths”

in front of me

created by my parents and society

being erased.

I sense the urgency to be perfect

 disappearing.

I feel a faint and familiar beating in my heart.

I notice the critical voices in my head

getting weaker and weaker.

I sense that my propped up images

in the mirrors

no longer have strong influences on my mind.

I sense that the fear of the unknown is not as fearsome.

Oddly, it is rather exciting.

I sense trapped energies used

to prop up the images being released

like a bird escaping from a cage.

I tap into the released energy

to fulfill my heart’s deep longing.

I feel calm.

I sense my old reality

as a dream in which

I was a puppet.

I feel a fresh cool breeze on my face.

I feel spirits breathing in me.

I smile.

I step forward to shatter more mirrors.

Copyright . 2010 by Shervin Hojat