I Am a Mirror.

They say breaking a mirror is seven year's of bad luck.
But what if one was to fix the mirror?
What if one sat down, with glue,
And meticulously put every piece back together?

I've seen a mirror crack.
Spidering up until the glass falls out in great chunks,
Tumbling to the floor and creating a hazard
For bare feet.

That mirror was me.
Slowly falling apart with every day that went by.
I was unstable, shaky,
The frame barely holding in my glass.

Then you came along,
Your smile acting like glue.
And although the frame is still shaky,
You put the mirror back together again.