I am a mirror in pieces
Breaking me apart
Won’t make me go away.
I still reflect in pieces what I did when whole.
Complete, I didn’t know how to hurt.
Shattered, I shall find revenge.
100 years might be enough
to find all the infinite shards
I would heal perfectly.
Tread carefully my dear
After you’ve swept me under the rug
You will forget
And walk tenderfoot through my room
And find me again
The tiniest shard might pierce your skin
You will remember me
Curse as you will, you may never clean up
the mess you’ve made in me.