i am a broken mirror
my shards are everywhere
big splinters
small itty bitty chips
blunt edges
sharp borders
cutting, drawing blood
a thousand pieces
each containing a bit of me
alive
frenzied, desolate, wild
confused
lost
each reflecting the same
image
but each one different.
frantically
i searched for the perfect piece
that bore the flawless mirror image
until in one lone fragment
i saw a sliver of hope
brighter than a thousand suns
amidst the bits of stained glass
and for a single moment
i lived forever.
love is what is left at the end of the day.
From: melbourne, victoria, Australia
About me: i'm a wanderlust and a warrior of life. i have hordes of nomads and soldiers waiting to wander this sometimes barren and sometimes lush landscape of my head. i send them forth. they are my words. my weapon of choice: purple prose
posted by lei at 5:26 PM