Fixing it

I saw myself in those shattered shards of glass. I had a million different faces and I didn’t know which one was the best, for the fallen pieces were of different sizes. Every time I tried to fix, it broke more. I felt weak and suppressed, mistrusted and doubted. Once I fixed them all, it all came down crashing. I looked around again to fit the pieces together. My efforts only went in vain as the pieces buried themselves unwillingly in shame, guilt, regret and fear.

It’s time I put the pieces back together, so it becomes one hell of a single piece mirror I can frame, polish and look at myself and the rest of the world — in full and anew.