Broken Mirror
The person I was has slowly chipped away.
As if I were thrown into a wood chipper.
A few of the pieces are still there.
But the rest are scattered.
The cracks have been expanding for a while now.
It was just a matter of time....
Then one day it finally shattered.
The pieces went different ways.
There weren't even enough pieces left
To put it back together.
Sometimes I find a tiny piece
And I'll look into it....
I am not there.
I look in wonder at the stranger.
Who is she?
