Arts-based research exploring the deconstruction (removing the broken shards) and reconstruction (rebuilding the mirror) as a tangible expression of an existential crises.<\/p>\n
<\/strong>[AFG_gallery id=’4′]<\/p>\n The blow unseen shatters the figment of illusion, Arts-based research exploring the deconstruction (removing the broken shards) and reconstruction (rebuilding the mirror) as a tangible expression of an existential crises. [AFG_gallery id=’4′] The blow unseen shatters the figment of illusion, Revealing the shards of a life, Once happy, sometimes sad, but no longer, It is now lost between the cracks of emptiness. The […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":21,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"page-full-width.php","meta":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/themirrorproject.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/130"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/themirrorproject.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/themirrorproject.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/themirrorproject.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/themirrorproject.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=130"}],"version-history":[{"count":9,"href":"https:\/\/themirrorproject.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/130\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":435,"href":"https:\/\/themirrorproject.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/130\/revisions\/435"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/themirrorproject.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/21"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/themirrorproject.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=130"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nRevealing the shards of a life,
\nOnce happy, sometimes sad, but no longer,
\nIt is now lost between the cracks of emptiness.
\nThe world revolves
\nBut time stands still in silence.
\nWaiting,
\nWatching,
\nAlone,
\nTrapped in the blackness of despair,
\nAnd smothered in endless nothingness.
\nWords can not describe the desperate terror
\nAnd the pain of a soul ripped,
\nTorn beyond recognition.
\nInnocence lost forever
\nIn an alien landscape
\nThat was once a home.
\nThe deafening echo of silence,
\nPierces the heart with a cry that has no voice,
\nWho would have thought that the soundless agony,
\nWould be so revealing?
\nPiece by piece the shards reveal,
\nEmptiness, loss, shattered hopes,
\nUntil nothingness appears,
\nWho am I now?
\nSlowly life returns in heighten fear,
\nCowering from the lightest touch,
\nReminded sharply of the fragmented pain
\nThat was life.
\nWhat did I do to deserve this?
\nWhy? Why me?
\nThe words cascade in a fountain
\nOf tears pleading for an answer.
\nPiece by piece the fragments rejoin,
\nWashed by the breath of time,
\nPiecing together a semblance,
\nOf what had been.
\nHope for life renewed, but never the same,
\nAs the scars heal between the cracks,
\nBringing strength,
\nAnd the tension of frailty.
\nThere is a world between the cracks,
\nOf shattered dreams and lives,
\nSharp, biting edges that stab,
\nAn open wound long forgotten.
\nPaper veneers crackling under pressure,
\nOf the unresolved,
\nHidden strengths revealed,
\nBehind a torment of held emotions imprisoned.
\nLetting go, understanding,
\nForgive, Forgive, Forgive!
\nIs the mantra that fights with
\nHate, Hate, Hate!
\nThe wound is covered with a badge of honor
\nBestowed on those who have fallen
\nAnd have risen from the ashes
\nProclaiming to the world
\nI survived!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"