i watched myself in the mirror
there shattered on the floor
a thousand pieces of me
scattered, staring back
there can be no mending
it seems
once the glass is broken
just sweep the shards up
toss them away
– forgotten
what lays beyond that moment
that moment of refuse?
the glass then ground
to powder by another hand
and fire to melt it to form again
not what it once was
but something…
in that fusion
born from destruction
not new, not more
never the same and yet it is
how sad to see
the thousand me’s disappear
without another thought
while somewhere another
works to mend the glass
and i –
i am left standing
looking everywhere
but at myself.
~
lei fraser 