My Heart the Mirror
My heart is breaking piece by piece
a little every day.
I bury each and every shard
so that in the dark they lay.
The pieces cut like broken glass
a mirror that's been shattered
no longer there to reflect my soul
but severs what once mattered.
I wish that I could resurrect
this heart with pieces lost
and put it back once more together
then forgive what it has cost.
Copyright © Emma Mantle | Year Posted 2011
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