{"id":57,"date":"2011-12-27T21:30:09","date_gmt":"2011-12-27T21:30:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/arts-health.com\/themirrorproject\/?p=57"},"modified":"2013-09-01T20:18:16","modified_gmt":"2013-09-01T20:18:16","slug":"reflections-of-a-mis-shaped-me","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/themirrorproject.com\/?p=57","title":{"rendered":"Reflections of a Mis-shaped Me"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/arts-health.com\/themirrorproject\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/12\/Misshaped-me.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"wp-image-159 alignleft\" alt=\"Misshaped me\" src=\"http:\/\/arts-health.com\/themirrorproject\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/12\/Misshaped-me-290x300.jpg\" width=\"174\" height=\"180\" srcset=\"https:\/\/themirrorproject.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/12\/Misshaped-me-290x300.jpg 290w, https:\/\/themirrorproject.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/12\/Misshaped-me-991x1024.jpg 991w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 174px) 100vw, 174px\" \/><\/a><strong><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">What are these ripples that I see<br \/>\nReflections of a mis-shaped me.<br \/>\nFragments of the past stand still,<br \/>\nOf tears of loss that never ends,<br \/>\nI hold the pieces in my hand<br \/>\nFragments of a mis-shaped me.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Tell me of the things I can&#8217;t recall,<br \/>\nReflections of a mis-shaped me.<br \/>\nLaughter of a child at play,<br \/>\nThe loving hugs I always gave,<br \/>\nThe joyful songs I used to sing,<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Mirror, mirror on the wall<a href=\"http:\/\/arts-health.com\/themirrorproject\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/12\/Misshaped-me.jpg\"><br \/>\n<\/a>Tell me of the past<strong><br \/>\n<\/strong>Fragments of who I used to be.<br \/>\nTake away the veils so I can see<br \/>\nReflections of a mis-shaped me.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Moments of clarity reveal<br \/>\nThe questions \u00a0that I have to ask;<br \/>\nWho am I?<br \/>\nWhy am I here?<br \/>\nWhat is the purpose of my life?<br \/>\nThe threads that connect humanity!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>What are these ripples that I see Reflections of a mis-shaped me. Fragments of the past stand still, Of tears of loss that never ends, I hold the pieces in my hand Fragments of a mis-shaped me. Tell me of the things I can&#8217;t recall, Reflections of a mis-shaped me. Laughter of a child at [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/themirrorproject.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/57"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/themirrorproject.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/themirrorproject.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"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=57"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/themirrorproject.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/57\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":453,"href":"https:\/\/themirrorproject.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/57\/revisions\/453"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/themirrorproject.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=57"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/themirrorproject.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=57"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/themirrorproject.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=57"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}