Broken Mirror
What you don’t see you don’t hear the truth about, and understanding is believing,
I try my hardest to stand strong, ready for the worst but hoping for the best,
When I’m hurting my voice become silent, my eyes a softer shade of blue,
My spirit of life felt by those around me,
My body silent for war, with a blade on my left and one on my right,
Hoping for the best to are away the worst, knowing all to well its there,
Lie a mirror I stare back, standing strong, standing unsure but ready,
Life always shattering me, like a mirror that is broken, with bad luck distorting the image,
I’ve become a shattered form, my completion cracked,
My scares visible, my weaknesses bleeding, with tears falling,
My eyes turn bright green with pain ad anger, with sadness hiding on the inside,
To my left I draw my blade and to my right I reload,
Down on my knees and in the pouring rain, but I’m not out yet,
My will much stronger than my own life, but it never over till I say its over,
Broken and shattered, yes, but alive enough to keep going,
I cry out only at first bow, but dig in to survive the second and third,
Trying to bounce back to live but sadly only enduring, so what is keeping me alive,
My dear old heart broken and my poor brain almost gone,
Yet still my veins bleed, and I still walk and breathe,
Forever till the end I’ve been broken and thrown away,
But it was you that took your time, gluing my soul back together, piece by piece,
And breathing life back into my dear heart,
You sparked my empty, quiet mind once more,
Turning a pilot light into a roar flame that lights the way once more,
I thank you for another chance to live,
A broken mirror was once said to harbor seven years bad luck,
But all I see is forever a good day, and I thank you for that.