Nov 14

Shards of Glass

They fell apart piece by piece
Hitting the ground and snapping in half again.
The sharp edges will cut through anyone’s flesh
Leaving the blood to run free.
Looking into the shards, I see my reflection and see
Someone I don’t recognize,
Same hair, same face,
But I know it’s not me.
The glass keeps on falling
Leaving it up to myself to dodge them.
The tears roll down my face and
Lands onto the glass then turns it into liquid.
Falling to my knees I beg for it to stop,
The only answer I get is one shard of glass,
Peering in to it I see not my reflection,
Instead I see the portal into reality.
Turning back I now see that there was no glass,
Only the illusions that my mind makes.