You stare at yourself in the shattered mirror
With eyes as dark as night,
And skin so pale like moonlight.
You wish to see someone different,
Someone whose eyes are not sorrowful and whose milky skin is not covered with scars.
A pond perhaps may serve as a better mirror.
A mirror that can not be broken or tossed in the trash,
Only drained of all its water as time passes.
Of course, the water will fluctuate.
At points it will be shallow,
overflowing its banks,
filled with raging waves,
or calm and smooth.
But this mirrors glass can be replaced.
When broken, not all is lost.