The Broken Mirror

Sighs broke the mirror of my yesterday The breath I drew from the chimney of my lit nonchalance fogged the vision of my broken mirror Attempts to wipe a smudge created a tainted facet - a polluted surface My mother told me it must be taken out She told me of a new mountain of creation Where visions are clearly seen Where the memories of my infancy can be remembered O mirror that cut my infant palm A drop of blood is all that's shed A pool of tears is left to dry