In the faintest of light
On the darkest of nights
I stare at the shattered mirror on the floor
Watching two dozen different reflections
Each is but a fraction of the whole
With all the distinct shards
Come distinct views of me
All who know meobserve only one shard
And assume they know all they need to know
What a massive nuisance this has become
As this shattered mirror lies
On the floor before me
I pray my loved ones to forget the shards
And see the man himself God has made me
The adoring poet with shattered dreams
Wow, love this! It just really speaks to me.