broken

The mirror smashed.

Little pieces reflecting back at you.

Broken.

All you see is you, over and over,

your image in my fractured self.

I could weep but the tears

cut deeper wounds,

a failure deep inside.

I am stronger than that,

more than splintered glass.

I’ll fit the pieces back together,

each tiny shard building the substance

of my heart.

The End

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