Broken Mirror

A poem

What would you do with silence,
That is full of voices?

A voice of broken mirror , holding a sign
In shattered pieces, parts of mine,
Reflecting back, to stay, calling for place.
In my way, never leaving again,
In mirror, in shadow, in water, I see,
Carving into my soul, created parts of me.

How much to live in oneself?
Never ends this deepness,
Deepening densely day by day,
This feeling making me weak,
Ripping my heart, yet so sweet,
Makes its beat go in speed,
To the walls pushing against me.

"FEARING"to go near to that thing dear,
"FALLING” untill wandering reaches its bottom line.
In an awe, what happened during this time?
Time, the enemy of none, equally given to everyone,
Slipping through fingers, it silently runs.

Human, enemy of his own soul,
"DIGGING" holes, straying from goal.
"RISING" trying to be still,
In the stillness, finding strength to carry on,
In the passing moments, battles are won.

_Thank you for reading🌻