Fractured mirrors

I glance at my reflection,

its cracks spreading like roots in the ground.

Each line tells a story,

some I wish I’d never found.

I am whole but not unbroken,

a mosaic of joy and despair.

Yet even in the shattered pieces,

a fragile beauty lingers there.

I’ll hold the fragments closer,

learn to love their jagged form.

For even in imperfection,

there’s a calm within the storm.