Mirror

MIRROR
My life was once a reflection of my soul.
Dark, harsh,violent.
In this violence did the mirror break to display the shattered pieces of my heart.
You know what they say about mirrors;
Place  the pieces as you wish, but you can still see the cracks.
Life is never the same once it breaks, as that mirror.
I was about to accept the shards that bore into me.
I had come to terms with the scars they would leave.
And then you arrived.
"Who needs a mirror to show you the facts of life?
A reflection is simply a mimic of true beauty."
You showed me that something broken could be art.
Use those pieces to create something beautiful, for that is what life is.
Taking the brokenness that we come to find and turning trash into treasure.
Those slivers of quicksilver quickly changed in my mind.
No longer were they broken reflections of a tortured soul.
No.
They had suddenly become more.
They became reflectors to brighten my life.
They became beautiful fragments that shone without match.
Each one unique.
Each one special.
I had come to see that even in a broken world, there was still good to be remembered.
There's no such thing as broken and useless,
Just an undiscovered idea