Mirrors Defined

The reflection of what you see To me, it deflects the purities that my spectral lenses catch Matching with every insecurity of Impurities overflowing as water through a gutter Cluttering me from seeing my self-worth Birthed from times of weakness down the road most of us have treaded Yet, a worn path others have made it down. The thing about a mirror Is it’s easy to break It’s the shattered pieces we’re afraid to pick up Those individual shards made to make up what’s left of your reflection Your identity The sharp fractures of what’s left from the whole cheval Though it now reflects a peculiar perspective. The intricate things that were once overlooked. Crafted and handpicked by your own hands and not of that of another constructor. Cuts and nicks Pains and pricks will cut deep as you assemble your speculum A Curriculum self taught to teach you your worth Birthed from pain to be made whole. liberté retrouvée