Mirror

I am nothing... A Piece Broken... Shattered... a Fragment... of a mirror.

Whose Whole Design is Lost and True Shape unknown.

Ages have past by me.

All the Roads I've traveled on in life have been bumpy...

The world around me is in shadows, shapes and scraps fallen to the ground.

Pushed aside into the darkness.

Storms sometimes crashing my Hopes.

People who see me, Just see the broken pieces.

I just want a place to belong, a safe place, a Home.

We are all Someone in search of Something...

To be alone this world can be harsh to those on the curb.

If only I could reach out, Hopeless lost pushed aside, this way and that.

Sometimes I feel like trash.

Until the sun comes out, and shines.

That warmth suddenly changes my veiw.

But I still find myself holding my broken pieces.

My Heart, like a broken mirror...

holding onto once shattered memories so tight, till I make my hands bleed...

But these broken pieces, placed together are what make me me.

Even now those broken pieces could reflect light in the dark.

Even now in this state... when no one wants a broken piece of glass...

When people think with their hearts,

Not those crazied worldly parts... We can learn to belong. Become new.

or get help, to get repaired, or fixed, just enough...

When We are given a chance,

We can all still REFLECT LIGHT, TRUTH, UNDERSTANDING, and KNOWLEDGE in the DARKEST of PLACES...