Sliver Poem by Amateur Vagabond

Jagged shard
Once a mirror
To reflect oneself
Destruction occurred
Before it had a chance to reflect

No mirror No mirror
No reflection
No recognition

Desperate search for sight in others
Broken mirror
Insites no pity for the blind

Simply a sliver
So easily annihilated
Dusty remnants of a reflection
Scattered on the floor

Recreation
Natures way
To mimic

Images taken
Pieces stolen
Piles form a shell
Handmade poppet

Discards of refuse, lost trinkets, flickers of memories, passages
of time

Desperation has no concern for dignity

Labeled and judged
Upon the floor
But you build from the ground up

Impeccable shell
No seams, no lines
No one knows
No one can tell

Not a crack
Artistic illusion
Until the shattering

No one discovered the shell was empty
At just the right angle
The eyes revealed a blankness
An echoless cavity
Filled with what might have been

Crushed chest
Nothing left
Heart chamber exposed......empty

What was the expectation?
What was supposed to be inside?

The heart like the mirror
Blew away with the breeze
As the soul danced on the air
Towards oblivion