A Child crying into the mirror

Holding her hand to its reflection

Daddy I want my daddy

To almost a woman putting on makeup

With butterflies in her stomach

Can’t hardly wait to see a boy

Then a numb young women

Getting ready for loves greatest illusions

Unwittingly

Then a soon to be mother

Happy ,glowing

My baby, my son, a chance to start again

to right wrongs

Years pass

Not knowing who this was

A facade

A shell almost

I can’t look

As tears run down

I reach my fists to the mirror

Change, Change, I cry

You are not me

This is not what I’m supposed to be

The mirror shatters into pieces

As it falls it cuts

Some leaving scars

I fall to the floor defeated

Sobbing, then I see my reflection

In the broken pieces on the floor

My reflection stayed in the pieces

I see the familiar pieces

The child, The numb young woman,

The mother,

Then is see

Unfamiliar pieces that

Are all apart of me

Then I notice in my hand

A sharp piece in my grip

Reflecting nothing

I somehow knew this

Was the most important piece

It was change, if I can find

The courage to start

And its here in these pieces

Of my mind, soul, and heart