Fleeing into Portals

I face the broken mirror As shards coalesce into a deep oblivion My past, my future My trauma, my healing Eclipsing it’s source, surrendered The snuffed glimmer behind my eyes My sword, my shield My mercy, my wrath My ambition, my apathy My abundance, my scarcity Laid out in pieces before me Beckoned by the other side A well of static becomes my chrysalis I cross the threshold