deja vu?

The road seems familiar. There are the same turns and cul se sacs. The steps that I am taking are not steady. The same questions pop up at different intervals. A whole chapter seems to be ending, but without any 'The End'. Everytime I pull my defences and shields all around me, to be secure and fell protected. But there always remains that crack, a tiny leak, which allows the monster of insecurity to seep in undetected. I become aware of that horror and helpless too. There are words and assurances all around. But they seem hollow. They echo around the empty shell-like structure that has been erected within my heart. Be brave and face it. Face what? A shattered mirror. Every piece reflects the broken image which I am so desperately trying to project. Its the same story. I will have to pick up the pieces and try and stick them together, only to have another come and shatter it again...