The Mirrored Dock

How broken objects reflect us

Here I lay, on a broken dock in the middle of the Caribbean Sea

Saddened by the idea that I am the same as this broken structure

Although they were different kinds,

Just like this withering wood, 

I have been damaged by a tsunami too

I have been hit by waves of your unrelenting words

I have been suffocated by the despair you placed on me from the expectations I could not make

Pieces of me have crumbled

Over your constant analyzations of my honest mistakes

Like this desolate dock, you have made me feel left behind

You have made me feel broken 

And you have deprived me of an ocean

That would have given me peace of mind all the time

But one thing that this mirrored object beneath my heart has reflected to me, 

Is the fact that, as beat up and tortured as it was,

It is still standing

Even though I have been broken

Even though I have been drowned by the disappointments you have instilled 

I am still standing

I am still me

I am still my own person, and that,

Is the most important thing that I could ever be

Author's Note

Please read and let me know what you think! I'm always looking to get better at writing and would really appreciate the feed back! Thank You :) -Daniela