Footsteps To Freedom

Looking back at me is someone I don’t recognize anymore. I thought maybe it was fatigue or simple stress, but honestly, I don’t know who this person is anymore. Can you relate? Seeking to find some familiarity, something that can tell me that, it’s me! Nope, can’t find it. The mirror reflects the person looking into it, but if that mirror is cracked, it distorts the image looking back at it. The image is skewed and uneven and the eyes are not the same, you know, those windows to soul. The cracked mirror appears when we have lived a life that is not living. A life that we choose to keep the peace instead of fighting, refuse to change because of fear, or let go because we don’t know what the future holds. It comes from living with silent abuse for days, months, years, hell a lifetime! Accepting the “I’m sorry, I was drunk, it won’t happen again”.

“Breaking a mirror is considered bad luck due to ancient Roman beliefs that a mirror held a piece of your soul, and damaging it would fracture your spirit, leading to misfortune for seven years—the time they thought it took for the body (and luck) to renew”, according to The Conversation and HowStuffWorks. 

I can understand that…mirrors hold a piece of your soul..Wow..I remember the night before my father died, he way lying in his bed and I was sitting next to him in a chair. He was attempting to tell me everything he wanted to tell me over the years he was not in my life. He was giving me gems, and life lessons all in one night. But one thing stuck with me over the many years. He said “Jittyhopper” (his pet name for his girls) “Never let man in your soul, don’t even let him breath on it, it’s where your spirit lies, and no man should be able to fracture your spirit, God gave you your Spirit man, and that belongs to God, not man”.

That cracked mirror can and will say a lot about who we are as people. Or at least who I am. Looking back at me in the cracked mirror, signify, I’ve lost me. I’ve lost my smile, my zest, my strength. It’s been sucking life from me. It’s been a voice in my ear for several years, telling me I’m not good enough, I am not grateful, I am not a good person. I saw a person that was me, years ago, before I learned who I AM! That cracked mirror image made me pull myself back to reality and take my power back! That cracked mirror helped me exhale and dust off the insecurities.

Look for my next novel “The Cracked Mirror” release date 2026