I watch my reflection in a shattered mirror
Tracing the anguish within every line
Fingertips stinging, it just doesn’t matter
As pain meets with pain of a similar kind
I follow the jaggedly smash-shattered pieces
And think what an irony stares back at me
A face of distortion and numb disconnection
A spectre I never intended to be
I take a step backward and study me closely
My image beginning to slowly improve
Silently cursing the power that holds me
I dig for the will and the courage to move
Hearing a whisper, I feel I am falling
And bracing myself believe this is the end
I wake to a wind that has scattered the mirror
And find me now safe in the arms of a friend