Artist Reflection

I remember the woman who believed she was too broken to be whole again. She looked down because she had forgotten what it felt like to be seen.

The room held pieces of a life that no longer fit together. A mirror that could no longer reflect the woman she once knew.

Rings that had lost their meaning. Words that would never be spoken through a silent telephone.

This drawing is not about the moment I was broken. It is about the moment before I discovered I wasn't.