Up from the Glass...

Coming up from the glass, a reflection gazes into her eyes.
Eyes not her own.
A glisten from a life long before, distant from this moment.
Her strength and weakness scattered across the reflecting face,
a reminder of the current state she leads.
Falling forward again, the pain and draw are addicting.

Coming up from the glass the haze of the room is intoxicating.
Filling my mind to every depth.
Chaos at every angle reflects my current state of mind.
Remnants of a structured life, taken over by the need.
My need to fill the void left by my first addiction.

I must part from this situation, step into the cold clean air.
A relief, but I will return.

Return to the haze and the desolate reflection staring back.