Shards of glass, once a mirror's face,
Reflect a broken, fragmented trace.
Each shard a window to the past,
Memories etched, forever cast.
I gaze upon these jagged pieces,
Wondering what each one releases.
A smile, a tear, a moment shared,
All captured, in these shards impaired.
The mirror's cracks reveal the truth,
That life is not a perfect proof.
It's a journey filled with highs and lows,
Where light and shadow are always in the know.
Yet in these broken, scattered parts,
I find a story that imparts.
A life that is painted in its richest hues,
If we look closely at the cracks we see a new view.
This mirror, once whole and pristine,
Now a reflection of what has been.
A reminder that even in the breaks,
Beauty and meaning still awakes.
The cracks reveal the truth within,
The scars that mark the path I've been
A first step, at last the journey's start,
A mirror of the human heart.
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this poem was inspired by two things: my cousin with whom I had dinner tonight. Despite every obstacle she encountered in her life, she turned out to be an amazing woman. I love her very much.
and the other part of the inspiration came from this picture:
reflections of an unquiet mind 