I found a mirror by the end of the road-
where the city meet the woods.
It shattered into tiny pieces,
like a heart-
like a vase.
I brought it home to my brother.
We looked through it and saw ourselves.
Young,
weak,
vulnerable,
and stupid.
I saw a little girl with innocent eyes
and a trembling lip.
I saw people beating her up-
she didn't even lift
a hand to defend herself.
Whether that was being
loving,
weak,
or forgiving-
I wouldn't know.
My brother said he saw a little boy
with sad, sad eyes
holding a stained glass vase.
The light in his eyes was gone.
He was scared,
he was angry.
He said he had too much of a burden to carry.
The rainbow glass was our honesty.
The rainbow glass was our insanity.
The rainbow glass showed who we used to be.
