Free

6-11-12

She stood in the midst of a sea of glass
Her blood slowly stained it red
The remains of the mirror
Symbolized her heart and her life.

She knelt where she stood,
Reaching for a broken shard
She relished the pain it brought
As she gripped it tightly in her fist.

She let the tears flow,
Letting out all the anger and hurt
She had kept hidden inside of her
For so many years.

She placed the tip of the fragment against her skin
Pressing it into her flesh and drawing more blood
"I want to be free," she sobbed,
Making her final decision.

With one cut, she ended all the torment,
Tears and heartache she had sustained throughout the years
And set her soul free
Like a bird from it's cage.