In silence I stand
staring back at myself
reflections in a fractured mirror.
Broken images of a man
fragments of a whole.
Watching as the images twist and turn,
opening and closing,
jagged edges tearing at me,
an ever changing puzzle
that eludes it's completion.
All the while it speaks the truth
saying not a word
yet showing me who I am
it is the true reflection of me
images perceived by a fractured society.
I, like my mirror
was once whole,
once clear and brilliant
but now a mosaic of love and hatred,
pleasure, pain, and anguish survive.