A Wilderness of Mirrors

Within prismed images I was captured along with twilight as it tinted the sky. We were ensnared during a power struggle at the hour when sunlight wrestled the moon. Neither wanted to vacate the celestial throne. But I was the one fighting hardest to survive when beveled tongues along mirrored edges roared at me in the wilderness of life's jungle. Voices were raised that sounded vaguely familiar. The bitterness echoed and surrounded me. I was blinded by distorted light from all directions. Hunted like prey in the wilds, staying alive proved to be a fractious task. But fracturing seemed to be my only way out. I broke down the walls of the reflective maze and walked over dagger blades of broken shards. Mirrors that are not hung never pose a threat.