Broken Reflection

In a dusty old attic, there lay

A broken mirror piece, forgotten and grey

It once reflected beauty and grace

But now its shards were scattered in disgrace

The mirror remembered the days of old

When it shone bright, a sight to behold

But then came the day when it all fell apart

A careless hand shattered it, breaking its heart

Each piece was a memory of the past

And though broken, it refused to be cast

Aside, forgotten and left to decay

It wanted to be whole again someday

So the mirror piece waited, patient and still

Hoping someone would come and mend its will

And in the darkness of the attic's space

The mirror piece found a glimmer of grace

A craftsman stumbled upon the mirror's fate

And with steady hands, he restored its state

He polished and glued each piece with care

And soon, the mirror piece was whole and fair

Now the mirror shone once more with pride

Its fragments reunited, side by side

It reflected beauty and light once again

A testament to the power of hope and mend.

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To those who read this piece of my heart, Thank you for lending me your eyes and part For every word I wrote, I felt a little less alone And for every reader, my love has grown I hope my story touched your soul, And made you feel a little more whole May this mirror piece reflect your light, And guide you through even the darkest of nights.