She has believed herself to be made of steel for too many years. There are fine cracks within the steel that no one but herself can see. Or so she has made herself believe.
She tries to reinforce the cracks. Not realizing that the pressure with which she is using? Is only making the cracks stretch farther. Reach deeper. Down into her soul where the corrosion can not be ignored.
Her heart aches. Her mind is tired.
She looks into a mirror and tries to see beyond the cracks. . .
Tries to focus on the steel.
The silvery metal of her minds eye. . .
What has given her strength for so long. . .
Is cracking and breaking faster than what she can repair.
She is molting. Like a bird loses feathers and a snake sheds it's skin. . .
She has outgrown this shell.
What's underneath is raw. Red. Exposed.
She hopes that no one sees the mess that is her.
Although part of her is tired of caring.
She wants to be seen as she is.
Accepted for who she is.
Taken or left as she is.
Not as what others want her to be.
