A broken mirrors reflection. We can never make up for past misdeeds… Nor can we show others when they see their own reflection in our shattered pieces. Forever a broken mirror. So hard to see the true reflection between the cracks and missing pieces. Will it always be this way… does it really matter? I must let the pieces fall till none remain… then let the empty frame fall and become something non reflective, if that is even possible… It is what it is, our path is our own as it has always been. Paths may converge and diverge, but the path itself stays solitary. We must acknowledge what we have always known… each made to walk alone. |
I have a handle on it.