Mirror

As mirrors shatter, so have I. As hearts shatter, so have I, but when shattered mirror and shattered heart meet, the brokenness can no longer need deny. As shards of reflection fall to the ground I try to catch pieces of battered childhood. As silence engulfs a tearless child, no uttering of a sound, slips away from hidden memories all that is good. Her hands are cut and tears of scarlet fall to a floor that felt no tears where love had once stood. As dust and ashes cover wounds bleeding, so has her mind done to her heart. As it covers all evidence of someone her silent screams heeding of a father so unexpectedly from her life depart the light bursts into her mourning soul, the mirror an image of her life and joy apart.