I had recently read one of Josephine Ranes’ poems on her blog Never Quite Broken, it was called A Thousand Mirrors, and I made a comment on it about how I could see it as a thousand shards of one mirror, and in that moment the idea for my own poem was sewn. Of course I dare not compare mine to hers, yet her own has inspired my humble effort.
I looked upon a broken mirror
A thousand shards across the floor
Reflections shown right back at me,
From the far wall to the door
As I looked to each shining shard
I could see bits of my life
from the joys of my childhood
To my days of working strife.
Within each tiny broken mirror
was a memory; some fond, some not,
Not all I’d like to relive
But they’re all that I’ve got.
They are what makes me who I am,
Each portion, a part of me
Today I am, what yesterday has made
And tomorrow? Tomorrow we shall see…
Towards the door, shards still bright
but reflecting no clear image;
My tomorrows, next months, next years,
My next steps upon the stage
I hope that in each of those shards
Of moments… of times to come,
Your face will be next to mine,
As time unfolds, life’s slow blossom.
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