Shattered Mirrow

January 12, 2011
By Kristen Seibel BRONZE, Washington, District Of Columbia
Kristen Seibel BRONZE, Washington, District Of Columbia
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Broken pieces on the floor,
Once was perfect,
Once was whole.

A girl leans over my broken shards,
Looking for a reflection more desirable.
I wish I could give her more,
An image that is true,
To fill her broken spirit,
To mend her and make her new.

But here we are,
Both broken and incomplete.
I try and try to make her see,
That she is not in defeat.

Night is creeping closer.
I see wet glint in her eyes,
Those tears of her we share,
Because we are closely intertwined.

All the times we’ve been through,
Left abandoned,
Left afraid,
Have transformed who we are,
Even till today.

All our imperfections,
Laid out on display.
People take one glance at us,
Neglect us,
And walk away.

We both are kindred spirits.
Her hand has touched my heart,
And I to her the same.
Though through spirit we will never part.

We soar,
We glide,
We fly away,
Our friendship will mark the way.

The author's comments:
I wrote this when I was trying to help my friend with her troubles, but when I helped her, I realized that I needed to face my own problems.

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