Broken Mirror

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Poetry
I strived to collect
the shattered 
pieces of your 
broken 
mirror

The one 
you bought
to catch a glimpse
of your ailing 
soul

I’d slowly arrange 
those 
crystal pieces 
into a living
puzzle

My hands
got scarred,
my heart, all aching—
fearing
one high toll

My mind 
all floundered,
just picking pieces 
off the cold
ceramics

My feet all naked,
as I kept walking 
on that
unswept 
floor

*

You yearned
to collect the
shattered pieces
of your broken 
mirror

The one 
You bought
to catch a glimpse
of your unmasked 
whole

Yet your aid, 
guarded,
while it was wanted,
you just kept all 
secret,

For hell,
lightened,
may have 
one day granted
your long-wished 
parole

Forever silenced,
while it was wanted,
it remained a secret,
a living puzzle
a shattered mirror—

a sight 
so 
bold

*

I’d try to arrange
those 
crystal pieces
into a living
puzzle

The one that
would once
brighten such 
a dim-lit
gaol

Yet my aid, 
guarded,
while it was needed,
you just kept all 
secret,

Those empty promises
words void 
of meaning—
a death 
foretold

Yes—it was wanted,
those shattered 
pieces,
a living 
puzzle,

Which you kept 
guarded,
forever silenced,
an ailing
soul

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8 Comments

  1. There is so much to admire in this piece VB. I love how you weave words over and over, but always in a different way. Your use of rhyme add a lot to as well (foretold/soul). I always find myself reading your poems over a number of times, each time, picking up on something new. “Those empty promises/words void /of meaning—”… Wow. Really an outstanding piece of artistic expression. In another life, I would wish to write like you do 💜

    • WOOOOW B., thanks for such a wonderful comment, you are making me blush now (for real ☺️☺️). I feel extremely humbled that such a great writer as yourself would write this feedback. You know the admiration is mutual 💜

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