#29 - 'Fragments'

Beautiful polished mirror
You endured so much
horror, no wonder
you shattered in time
You tried to recover
with fingers bloody
shards sour, sands
upon the latest hour
dripping away
your distress
to see what a mess
you became
due to strain
Pain
and silence
and dark resilience
For each shard was granted a spark
of your life gone astray
some beautiful, some mad
they relayed
what you couldn't say
And though glued back together,
this mirror
retains its fragile interior
shades of flame
at its core