Shattered and Broken

I cannot see myself anymore
neither my family and friends.

The mirror is shattered, broken,
the sharp shards cut me deeply.


Scrapes and cuts cover me,
my face, my arms, my heart.

The shards lay before me, bloody,
reflecting a distorted world, a broken me.




But I stand tall,
I look at the broken and shattered and bloodied world.

My eyes water and hurt and my legs are shaking,
but I continue standing and looking.

I won't break down and cry helplessly.
I can still stand and breathe, live.


And I will do so.
No matter how many mirrors break,
no matter how broken and dirtied, bloodied it all may seem.
I am still me.
And I will stand.
And not fall.