Broken Mirror

She steps up to the mirror,
With its reflecting center
Its black wooden edges,
And stares deep into it.
"Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Who is the fairest of them all?"
She tightens her fists
And grinds her teeth
With jaw-clenching anger.
Then she hits the mirror with all
her might
And shatters it into pieces,
As it suddenly becomes all her
ears hear.
The blood runs over her hand,
Yet to be noticed.
In a daze,
She lowers
As she realizes just how true this
image is.
How it represents her life,
All torn up.
How it tells her story,
Invisible.
She forces the pieces back into
their home,
Back into the black wooden edges,
As if it were a puzzle.
"A mirror is supposed to show you
An image of you.
But the image isn't always...
You."
What she sees now
Is that every flaw of her face
Has been accompanied by breaks.
She looks away
As the truth begins to sting
But as painful as it is
She can now fill them in
And become who she is destined to
be.