through with the looking glass....

it is broken, dear one.

too many times has it slipped from
thoughtless hands
to land,
injured
and twisted,
at unforgiving feet.
and
too many times have you looked into
that shattered glass
to view
the fragmented image,
its shards piercing your soul.

it is broken, dear one.

yet still you hold it to your face,
and the grotesque
projection
glinting across
its fractured surface
seems to fit, somehow.
so
you wear that mask of light,
a bent and torn
mirage
to hide your pain
and your slivered heart.

but it is broken, dear one.

so come near and look instead
into my unblemished eyes
and see the reflection
of what you are
to me.