I am a shattered mirror.
Through my eyes,
situations and people
are magnified
in significance.
The light sparkles off places
and
others are lost in the gaps
between broken shards.
My perspective is
shattered,
warped,
skewed into a dozen images,
and sometimes,
I can tell.
My perspective is
shattered;
yes,
sometimes, breathtaking.
But I need other’s perspectives
to complete my own.
I am a shattered mirror.
Shattered, breathtaking.