The Fractured Mirror .... AKSHR

 

The Fractured Mirror

We were molded from the very same clay,
Nurtured by the same shadows of the day.
Yet, we stand on opposite sides of the room,
Sharpening the knives that seal each other's doom.
What cruel inheritance did we blindly accept,
That we laugh at the tears the other has wept?

You wear the crown of the elder, the matriarch’s pride,
But you forgot the young girl who once wept inside.
You survived the fire, the shackles, the shame,
So why do you fan the fire of her burning name?
The chains that bound you are the ones you now cast,
Avenging your wounds on her present, from your past.

We trade whispers like currency, sharp as a blade,
Gleefully watching another woman’s light fade.
We judge her hemlines, her choices, her stride,
Acting as judges for the rules men implied.
We became the guards of our own prison cell,
Turning the sanctuary of home into a living hell.

Oh, sister of my sorrow, open your eyes to see,
The hand you are striking belongs to thee.
The man-made arena wants us bloodied and torn,
Fearing the day our collective power is born.
Drop the weapon of envy, heal the ancient divide,
For the world cannot break us, if we stand side by side.