Fractured Essence

In the depths of shattered glass, a reflection stares, A dance of splinters, a fragmented air. The figure emerges, a monochrome hue, A canvas of contrasts, both old and new. The red glow pulsates, a heartbeat in the night, As splinters of identity take flight. The arm extends, a gesture of release, A letting go of the fragments that freeze. In this abstracted form, we find our own, A mirrored mosaic, forever sown. The artwork whispers secrets of the soul, A tale of resilience, of trials and role. It speaks of transformation, of breaking free, Of finding oneself in the shards of identity. The mixed media whispers stories untold, Of a journey through the fractured, the bold. In every splinter, a piece of the self, A mosaic of the human experience, laid bare and wealth.