seven mirrors hang on a wall.
anchored to each other.
one shatters under the pressure of perfection,
one gets smashed by the little green monster.
two broken mirrors on the floor,
both refuse repair.
five mirrors remain.
what do they do? they need the others
this wasn't supposed to happen.
they cling to the ones who are left,
trying to keep themselves together.
they hang for days,
they hang for days,
they hang for weeks,
they hang for months,
they grow weak.
their strength has run out,
heartache has won.
slowly loosing their grip,they fall,
but they were broken long before they hit the floor
seven broken mirrors on the floor.
all refuse repair.
i'm still trying to understand this fully but that didn't keep me from falling in love with it
ReplyDeletei'll give you a hint. there are 7 people in my family.
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