Reflections Poem by Laura Cummings

A broken mirror,
a broken heart.
Mend the pieces,
put them back together.
The cracks still show,
takes a long time to fade.
I will always feel them there.
shadowing my days,
shaping my ways.
I look in the mirror and see someone different.
Someone not me.
I'm not the same person,
never will be.
My reflection is not me,
is yours still you?
watching all the terrible things you do.
Are you ashamed? Can you look at yourself?
Do you see you, the way I do?