The Mirror Is Broken
The mirror is broken,
The pictures are few.
Memories are shattered,
If you only knew.
I just can’t recall,
What I have called my life.
My past is only fleeting to me,
Broken like that mirror.
Do I want to put them together?
Will I ever do so?
I am afraid to let more in,
I may never know.
When I learned to block out the bad,
I learned to do the same to the great.
Those memories forever locked in me,
Have I sealed my fate?