Shadows of the Self

In the mirror’s cracked embrace
a stranger winks and fades away,
her laugh echoes through my bones
a melody of promises unmade.

Desire- like a moth to flame,
I dance on edges, hearts aflame,
the rush subsiding into dread,
each kiss a knife, each word misread.

Identity- a canvas stained,
wild brush strokes in colors that fade.
A puzzle piece I can not find,
muy reflection- farmiliar yet unkind.

Recovery whispers from afar,
a distant star that blinks in fear.
I strtch my hand to grasp its light,
but shadow clutch me, holding me tight.

With every heartbeat comes the doubt,
is this a journey or a cage?
Anxiety coils around my mind;
a tempest rises with pent-up rage.

Though darkness wraps it’s finger’s round,
I seek to break this cyclical sound,
each flicker of hope ignites a flare,
yet shows me how much despair I bear.