The sun has fallen
my light is gone
the clouds are taking over
the moon has risen the tides
I punched the glass
for I hated looking into it
I do not want this
I want things the way they were
before I was broken
before I picked up the glass
but now
I'm trying to put the mirror
back together
but the glass
keeps cutting my hands
and you cannot see
through the mirror
without noticing the cracks
that tell you
once upon a time
this mirror was shattered
and once something is shattered
you may never have it
back together
for some pieces
are lost
or embedded into
your skin
forever reminding you
that your mirror
is
shattered
