Shattered into a thousand million pieces
Like sand on a beach,
Pieces of a broken mirror,
Myriads of reflected images
Of pain – of the past –
In each imperfect surface.
Each one a puzzle to be solved
Glued into a imperfection,
A collage of life lived,
Like a hall of mirrors
Where reflections
Repeat into eternal infinity.
Where there is no apparent exit,
No way without seeing
A shadow of yourself,
Cast by your memory onto glass.
Your chore, to take each piece
Each mirror and form them
Turn them into a glitter ball,
Something to reflect the light
Of your memories to all.
Turn your past turmoil
Into a glittering, shining beautiful
Jewel for all to see.
Be that beacon of hope
And your pain will lessen
As you share yourself
With the world!