Broken Reflections

Broken Reflections

The mirror tells a story

Few would ever understand,

Of every hidden struggle

Carried by these hands.

It shows the sleepless evenings,

The doubt beneath the skin,

The countless silent wars

Fought entirely within.

People saw the surface,

A face composed and still,

Never noticing the fractures

Hidden underneath the will.

I gathered every failure,

Stored them where they could remain,

Stacking them like stones

Inside a chamber built from pain.

The reflection stared back nightly,

Questioning what I became,

Searching through the darkness

For something left unchanged.

Years have a way of carving

Their marks upon the soul,

Leaving traces of survival

Where innocence once stood whole.

Yet broken does not mean defeated,

Nor damaged beyond repair,

It means carrying the evidence

Of battles fought while there.

The mirror tells the truth now,

Not one of loss alone,

It shows a heart still standing

Despite the storms it has known.

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