Fractured Identity

In the depths of a mirrored hall, a figure stands alone, A mosaic head, a kaleidoscope of faces unknown. The reflections above, a chaotic, swirling sea, A fragmented psyche, a soul in disarray, yet free. The light above, a beacon, shining bright and bold, Illuminates the shards of a identity, young and old. The figure below, a silhouette, dark and still, A canvas waiting, for the brushstrokes of life's will. In this hall of mirrors, the self is lost and found, A journey through the fragments, a story unbound. The artwork whispers secrets, of a soul in search, Of wholeness, of unity, of a identity to cherish. The technique, a blend, of realism and abstract art, A mixed-media masterpiece, that touches the heart. The mood, contemplative, a reflection of the mind, A journey inward, where the self is left behind.