The Mirror
is it better
to pull out the garbage bag,
pick up the glass shards,
and let yourself accept that it’s time to move on,
let yourself find something that matches you currently better,
or continue to wake up every day,
meet your own reflection in that old shattered mirror,
and despite how perfectly it used to sit in your room,
notice how terrible and unlike yourself your own face looks when you stare into it?
to go about your day believing that the issue is you, not the mirror,
simply because that reflection has been shown back to you so many times?
because you can’t bring yourself to get rid of the shattered glass for fear of it slicing your fingers,
and so instead you let it slice your soul?
keeping it perched on your wall may hurt a little less compared to the removal at first, but how does it really feel long term?
and tomorrow, when you wake up and head to the mirror again,
will you expect it to show you anything different?
will you let your hopes climb by their fingernails up from rock bottom only to be shunned back down again once your gaze meets the glass?
