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?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The healing commences, and hope is reborn. Fabulous. Jon x