I am the mirror you threw in anger
Because you didn't like what you saw
I am the million chips of broken glass in the carpet
Shattered
Lost
Jagged pieces of something beautiful
Broken beyond repair
I am the mirror you threw
The one that left your hands raw and dripping
That left shards in your palms
The mirror that dared to show you who you were
I am the mirror
The one that you missed the dance
Skipped dinner
Forgot your date
Your friends
The one that you spent six hours on your knees with a roll of tape
Carefully putting back together
The one that is cracked and jagged, and has some bits missing
The one that can't sit straight or hang on the wall, and has more than a few screws loose
I am the mirror that I threw in anger
And pieced back together
Because I am not broken shards of a person,
But beautiful faceted fragments of a greater whole
If you doubt, just lean in, take a closer look
But most of all,
Smile.
It's so nice to finally meet you!
YOU ARE READING
Anthology
PuisiA collection of Poems and maybe short starts to fics? Mostly Poems right now.