On Feeling Like A Broken Mirror

In any and all cases of a broken heart, I am

Shattered, I suppose

Lost among my broken thoughts

An endless plane of shards, reflecting

Looking at myself though a cracked mirror, in my mind

And that seems to be a common theme lately

All things fractured

Sharp and small and glittering

I am treading carefully I hope

It is hard to tell what is in my skin, my hair, my shoes and clothes

When everything shines, refracts

Glaring light from the ground into my eyes

Into my soul

I think for a moment, maybe I too am glass

Consider it from every angle, like light through a crystal, but

All I see are the pieces

Each scattered rainbow a tiny snatch of the truth

Nothing whole to be seen