Thursday, September 12, 2013

Broken Mirror

Have you ever broken a mirror and looked at your reflection?


       So many different paths are put before me. On the right is a party with blaring music. On the left is a computer with a blank word document. I turn back to the right and in place of the party was a war scene within my living room. I shudder and turn away, hearing a crack. Looking to the left again I see my friends, waving for me to join them, but I hear a voice from the right call my name. I turn to see, and as I do I hear another crack. A giant monster is staring at me with red eyes, enraged, holding a test in his hands. I cringe and hide away in my closet. I hear another crack as I shut the door.

       After years and years, I open the door. I see rainbows and puppies. My old swing-set. I sit on it and begin to swing. As I go forward, I see my best friend, my first pet, my only dog, lying on the ground dying. *crack* I swing back, tears streaming. I continue swinging, and with every push, I hear words being yelled at me. Lies*crack* I hear the monster yelling at his companion, causing her to begin leaving. *crack* I lean back as much as I can, feeling the wind against me grow stronger, and I try to hold on to the ropes, but I can’t. I fall. I hear an earth shattering crack.

       I sit up after years and years. There in front of me is a Prince. More beautiful than anything. He is holding in his hands the broken pieces of a mirror. He begins putting it together like a puzzle. He is smiling gently, sending a calming feeling throughout every part of my body. He looks up and smiles at me and tells me to look. “It’s not finished yet.” I say, confused. There were missing pieces to the mirror. He laughed gently to himself, “Look at the reflection.” I shook my head, refusing to do so. “Look and see what I see.” I looked. I saw beauty. But only parts of it. “The parts to finish my art are not here yet. They will develop over time. Until then, we can only see this beauty.”


6 comments:

  1. This is so pretty. I was at first confused as to where this was going, but the last paragraph pulled everything together and now I am emotional. Thank you. You are brilliant.

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  2. Oh Leyla, wow.

    I'm so, so glad there's beauty in the mirror. I can't tell you how thankful I am that you're hearing good truth, and that it's a confirmation of beauty.

    RICH writing here. The use of the reoccurring crack, and the scary contrast of the monster with the childish remains push the stakes higher, which makes the ending resolution that much more surprising, and that much more beautiful.

    I just love this. Thank you, also, for the meaningful comments you've left for other people. You are such an encourager!
    15/15

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  3. Leyla, my man, this was absolutely stunning imagery. Your mirror of life has been put together with so many embellishing pieces - your incredible voice, your stunning ability to dance (gurl, I've seen yo moves, and let meh tell you, I AM JEALOUS), and your passion for language and communications. Though sometimes it feels like life is going to shatter you, you know that Christ will be there to put the mirror back together, and adding His own new ornaments and trim.

    Yep, This was was a very moving and thoughtful post. That's another thing: don't be afraid to be proud of what you've written! I think your literary voice is gorgeous, and this analogy was so very you. Keep up the good work!

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  4. I so agree with Madison! The images in your analogy are so spot on! I could feel the power in each of your words and the reason of that was because I could actually feel you saying all of that stuff to me on a daily basis! You are such a strong girl and you have an amazing talent for these kind of writings

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  5. Oh, Leyla! You amazing, girl you. I just have to say that I love you. You're thoughts are gorgeous and I think this is the most clever analogy, and I think this really shows that you are an amazing writer with beautiful thoughts. I'm so glad that you didn't quit AP English because I think this class will really let you express your thoughts. I love hearing your thoughts because you have had difficulties in life and I feel as though your thoughts on life are more beautiful than those who haven't struggled as much.

    I can really feel the cracks. The word crack just really hits my heart. You are one of the most christian-like people I know. I know you try so so hard with what you do. I see it, and this analogy really shows displays the beliefs I know you have.

    I love you!!

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  6. Wow Leyla. Just Wow. This is truly a touching analogy. Not only did you talk about the bad times in your life, but also the good. This is what makes a great analogy.

    Most people usually only like to focus on the short commings they had. The things that they failed at. But you treasure everything, and you feel that even the little things that were good went to forming you as a whole.

    Thank you for sharing this wonderful analogy for us.

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