Broken Mirror

They often say

“ Beauty

Is in the eye of the beholder ”

Tell me,

What do you see

When you look at

Me?

There’s no one here

To behold

My Beauty

Only my scars

My tears

My brokenness 

Well,

Actually

They don’t even see that

They can’t.

I refuse.

I refuse

To let them see 

My Vulnerability

I show them 

What I want them to see

No one actually knows 

Who I am

What I am

Where I am

Where I am going

Tormented in front of my Mirror

I battle with

Myself

Struggling to understand

My thoughts

My truth

I gaze up at my reflection

What do I see?

A mere reflection of

What is already known

What needs to be seen. 

Peace

Within the chaos

The fine dust 

Amongst the 

Shattered glass

My perfection despite 

My imperfection

The Beauty 

In my scars,

My tears,

My brokenness

We are all broken.

But that does not mean 

That we are 

falling apart.

Come,

Take a look into my

Broken Mirror

Tell me,

What do you see?

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