Broken Mirror

Fishing out the images of -
The deepest wounds on my face
On a piece of broken mirror, I chase
A sudden moment of safe passage
In your arms, leveraged
Betrayed by the rush of the world,
Confused by what's going on,
I dropped the broken mirror,
And further break it.
I tried picking it up,
Wounding my fingers,
It stings, the pain lingers.
They tell me to let it go,
There are other mirrors.
I say a valiant: No,
This broken mirror has seen me.
And now, it asks for time,
To be broken no more.
I could feel my wounds healing,
Igniting a strength I've never known.
Someday, when I find Myself
Looking at that mirror once more,
I will only see a face
With the most beautiful scars.