A New Me

November 16, 2009
Hiding behind a broken mirror,
Cracks fold and engulf my face,
Seamlessly into the perfect contour.
Edges, rigid and cold, press against, me,
Shivering from the new atmosphere.
It is a harsh, unwelcoming entrance.
Numbness permeates throughout my body.
It is but the start of the inevitable.

Time to endure the stark blackness,
That once seemed so far away,
Yet now remains to be tangible - now and forever.
It was all so colorful, bright and vivid.
But colors now frighten me,
They seem worlds away.

It is but a mirror,
The light to my soul.
A reflection of who I truly am.
A broken soul, without much hope.
Maybe someone can piece me back together.

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