When a mirror shatters,
one might suffer the
ordeal of putting it back
together.
It's too easy to
immediately replace the possession.
.
But you fix it anyway.
You trudge through the shards
of glass.
You trust that each piece lays at your feet.
Each piece carries a stain,
reminding you of the choice you made.
You see yourself in the mirror again.
Your wounds and bandages are displayed.
A touch of the mirror
reveals the reflection.
Jagged, imperfect, broken,
Barely hanging on.
Present each time you
dare to take a second glance.
This is New You. You Stay.
YOU ARE READING
Caffeine and Me
PuisiA collection of poetry ranging from brain farts to exploring why I bother getting up in the morning. Most likely there is some form of caffeine to keep me awake (or alert) enough to type my thoughts out regarding my depression, struggles within my d...
