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Poetry: Self-reflection

My life was a broken mirror.
The shattered shards littered the floor.
Each reflecting a girl full of fear.
And the face of a child ignored.

I spent so many years trying to repair it.
Not seeing that the shards cut and sliced.
Then I realized the pieces would no longer fit,
And I shook the Earth with my cries.

I placed the empty frame on the wall.
And imagined the reflection was there.
I pretended that the glass hadn't shattered at all.
While the slivers ripped my feet that were bare.

Later I swept away the shards.
Curious as to why I had waited.
I'd forgotten that I was battered and broken.
And the scars from the cuts had all faded.

One day, I noticed the glass was replaced.
And the reflection showed a woman where a child had been,
No longer did I see the shattered girl's face.
And swore I would never be broken again.

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