cracked mirror

Reflect upon my face,
broken in a mirror,
tiny millions of me,
all with the same expression.

Reflect upon my fear,
that rips a bloody pathway,
across this aching heart,
left somehow forgotten. 

Reflect a light eternal,
as it questions tomorrow,
uncertain as usual,
all faces have their sadness.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

2 thoughts on “cracked mirror

  1. What really makes this poem work, for me, is the last line. A little different rhythm than the rest and I think that transition flows very well. “Tiny millions of me” works really well too – you could have been locked into a cliche’ way of referencing the reflections but this gives them new life in its simplicity… you said it in a way I wouldn’t have thought to say it. Very good.

  2. Thanks I was having a rather sad moment looking at me in the mirror. I think that last line is the most significant for me too.

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