She moved her fingers caressingly over the once smooth surface. Her fingertips picked up on every tiny fracture, each rough crevice, and all of the minute cracks that now marred the once beautiful porcelain mask. The exquisite fine Italian artwork graced her wall--her totem. So many times she had gazed upon it, the symbolism poignant only to her. She lifted the mask from the wall, weighed it in her hand and then let go. A small smile graced her lips as she watched it break into a million little pieces. She wasn't happy, far from it. The smile was a sad rueful one. The tiny little bits of porcelain represented how she felt inside. Her own mask, the one she used to hide behind for years, had slowly but surely been eaten away by the the negative feelings and troublesome anxiety that plagued her. There had been a time were she could control the torment she felt inside. But the past few years had proved to much. They had finally broken free, shattering her self-imposed mask into tiny little shards. She knelt down beside her know destroyed totem and carefully brushed her fingers over the pieces. As her thoughts wondered, she wondered if maybe it was time that she embrace the negative self that lay inside her. Maybe that was the only way she could break free and allow her true self to surface.
This post was inspired by Three Word Wednesday [3WW=>break, negative, surface]. It's a week late, but for some reason I had trouble finding the right fit for all three words. Better late than never, I think.