Shattering myself into pieces,

My reflection strewn across a tiled bathroom floor,

I realize these angles,

Of my face and body,

Represent me more truly than mirror in whole,

And I cry a laugh again,

I sigh a cry and laugh again,

“This is true,” I think,

And somewhere within I hope,

One day,

To be able to piece myself together,

So as to see a mosaic reflection,

When I stare back at my life,

But there is so much beauty here,

In perspectives far and wide,

Seeing myself from between huge gaps in me,

And finding truth not seen by most.

I regret having to let go of this,

In so many ways,

It has been my saving grace,

My charm,

The source of my loves and passions,

But I feel I have to,

I must,

For the sake of my sanity,

Attempt to piece myself together again.