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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem