Images
The mirror hung upon the wall,
Light and beauty without flaw,
But as I neared a crack appeared
Down the center of the mirror.
Within the ruined perfection
I saw a sight I couldn't bear-
The truth stripped bare-
My own distorted reflection.
It filled me with such terror
That in dismay I turned away,
Breaking the mirror and its law.
The shattered pieces began to fall.
I hurry forward to stop them there,
To put them back and repair
The damage done to thing and mind.
The mirror pieces, sharp as ice
Cold as diamond, slice
My hands and spill my blood.
Liquid garnets that drift down,
Splatter where they hit the ground,
Forming images of my life and dreams.
I stand there for eternity
Holding the mirror of obscurity,
Before I shatter like
The mirror is gone
But the scars remain.