Broken mirrors, cracked images of life, shattered
through insincerity, deceit, lies, ungratefulness.
Never able to put shards of interior mirrors back
together, they continue to cut, making me bleed.
No reprieve or healing being available to soothe
my being, just having to live with experiences of
this lifetime sololy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Having memories to live with experiences. Really very interesting sharing....10