Broken Glass
Each step I take I am sinking deeper
as if walking on hollow ground.
Life is a cracked mirror
splintered images of self
looking back at me
each with a different expression.
I have lost myself in a
kaleidoscope of broken glass.
Which piece holds the real image of me?
Are we truly at the mercy of fate?
Do new winds change the things we look at?
I pray my eyes see the truth
before I am dragged into the mire…
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