I’m placed in a room full of mirrors.
To the left is a mirror…
To the right is a mirror…
Everywhere I look I only see another reflection of me.
Every part of my being is what I see.
So why does it frighten me of what I am seeing?
To be open and revealed as someone who is broken
Instead of hiding away and being unspoken.
I will say this, in life, we are all broken.
Often we see rejection in our own reflection,
But don’t see the respect that we should accept.
We try to seem whole and perfect
But really we are half whole and wrecked
Incomplete into a thousand reasons...
in a thousand ways...
in a thousand pieces.
But don’t be hopeless for there is hope you see;
Broken glass is something in the past.
Shattered glass is something in the present.
New glass is something in the future.
Every mirror you see will seem clear if you choose to look into it that way
Otherwise, you are choosing to see past what is real