Staring into the reflection, searching to see past the doubt and pain
Threads of illusion fracture and fragment the surface, marring the image no longer recognized
Pain hurls into the shattered self, destroying the image of what was
Rain pours from the windows, soaking into the ground below unsteady feet
The image wavers, rippling in discord
Thunder resonates from within, making the soul tremble
Thick and pulsing, like a viscous river it flows
Weeping black courses over the image destroyed, pooling and spreading, poisoning everything it approaches
Unable to look further, loathing the anguished echo that has begun to fade
Despising the defeated inadequate identity, the black fires of hate ascending from within, blazing over the surface
Consuming until naught but black ash remains
Janelle Jensen 
Thought provoking piece Janelle. The power of dark emotions can easily overwhelm us.
Even given the dark nature of the piece you still manage to make it all sound so graceful.
Thank you, Alex. 🙂 The dark side (haha) is one that most don’t want to acknowledge or give consideration sometimes, but it is out there.
I agree with Alex! Your writing is fluid and the descriptions drip off the page. Lovely job, dear! This had a very lyrical feel to it.
I don’t often write stuff like this, but thought I should post it. It’s an older piece that I wrote while going through a very rough time, filled with my own self-loathing. Funny how even the darkest places can inspire us sometimes. This was one of the first pieces I wrote when I started writing again. 🙂
Beautiful, Janelle. We all have that spark within us but most hope it doesn’t find fuel.
Or that we can find something to dampen the flames and find the light again. 🙂 Thanks, Dannie!