Shattered Glass

I stared at myself through shattered pieces of a mirror that was once whole...much like my heart.

I don't know how long I stood there, just looking at my disoriented reflection. There were glass shards all around, and I didn't care to clean them up.

This house has felt so empty without him. My brother I mean. He was gone now. And in my grief I shattered a mirror...and many other things.

He died of cancer. It was a tragedy I don't think I'll ever get over. But I decide to leave this awful place and go for a walk.

I don't bother to pick up the glass as I pass it by. I rush to the door feeling suffocated by the emotions in this house. I get my shoes on and exit the building.