Shards of glass represent the past,
Its wounds are from a different place,
Beyond times that travel fast,
When I look within my own face.
It is myself that is no longer recognized,
When I looked I saw who I was going to be,
Now not only with my very own eyes,
I have become this person, and she has become me!
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