Shadows in the Broken Mirror

Shadows in the Broken Mirror In the endless shadow of the soul, where unfulfilled dreams take shelter, Lies an unbounded love, the destiny of a beloved in chains, A storm of misunderstood feelings, a sea of despair, And a spectral question hangs in the heavy air. "Why was I not the light of your eyes, your pride, Why did your love, fragile as crystal, melt away?" I searched in my abysses, for unseen imperfections, A forgotten woman, rejected, unworthy of the light of your gaze. The echo of your love, like a roar in the eternal night, Your gestures, like lightning tearing the sky, left me crushed and bleeding, A distorted reflection in the broken mirror of your passion, The cry of a lost beloved in echoes, seeking peace in holy silence. Each touch, a scar of a lost love, A question murmured under the night sky, a silent echo, The stars, silent witnesses, reflecting my eternal fragility, Their sparks reflecting the dark tears that disturbed my soul. Collapsed between walls of pain, fallen on the ground of oblivion, In the metaphorical coffin of terror, an unseen hell. Personified despair, my cry to the heavens, But love remains an unattained shore, never free or for me. How could I have been different, I wondered in an endless night, Would a change in my essence have lightened the destiny you bore? Your gestures, which never knew caress, became shadows of fear, Their touch, a frozen memory of an evanescent love. In the theater of death, a spectacle of shattered dreams, Each act unfolds in colors of chaos and pain. Anaphora resounds in the wind of time, "Why, my Beloved, have I become the ghost of your fears?" In the end, it was the silence that spoke the loudest, Your life, extinguished by a dark curse. And in the quiet of your death, you left me no answers, Only the heavy question, a specter that follows me. From the ashes of the past, resilience took flight, like a bird of hope, A new woman, reborn under the divine wing. From your dark shadow, I have risen, transfigured, stronger, A witness of rebirth, a healed soul. In the end, I found the answer, not in your silence, but in my echo, In the love I give and receive, every moment, every day. For I am not the echo of your blind passion, but the fruit of my heavenly decision, In my own smile, I found my truth, my voice, in my own love I found my salvation. And a tear falls, a healed soul finds peace, right here, right now. Deep shadows, hidden fears, The broken mirror reflects lost pride, In the absence of love, pain becomes the guide.