Rhia Madison Thomer Poet Free verse

Mirror Metaphors

Fragments of a mirror
lay one the floor,
and looking upon them
I see the fragments of myself.
Something,
I cannot put back together,
for who, who 
could love something so tragically 
B--R--O--K--E--N?
Just put me aside
you've killed me.
Broken
alone
and
cold.
Defenses down I try
to get a good look at myself
without them
only I do not know that face.
What have I become?
I am as broken as that mirror
I have slipped and cracked
into shard of nothing
and I wonder
do i try to fix broken lives
because I want someone
to fix my own?
A wise man once asked me.
SO:
would you put me back
together?

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Sara Kendrick July 10, 2009 at 4:30 PM When we become broken, God can repot the pot and turn it into a magnificent piece of work. So go to the potter and be placed on the potter's wheel. Love your work. Sara