Broken Mirrors

Reflections- those gorgeous eyes,
Staring . . . staring back at me.
They are both mischievous and wise,
And I have to remind myself they don't really see.

Broken mirrors, scattered on the floor;
Shards of the past- memories dully shining in the sun.
Those stories are no more . . . no more.
And no one remembers the few victories won.

But I remember- the lies found out, that sliver of hope,
Reflections of the past haunt me,
I have no idea how to cope.
Ah, I remember . . . I still see.

Angry flashing fists slamming- slamming;
Reflections flashing and crashing to the floor,
Not even mending;
But opening the wounds fourscore.

Picking up the pieces . . . one, two, three
Why can I not win this war inside of me?
The rhythm my heart beats has always been free,
So why do I feel like escaping?

Broken Mirrors, shards of my past,
Those eyes always staring . . . staring back at me.
Willing me to see something I cannot grasp.
I am a Shadow- trapped.

Between two worlds I reside,
Trapped in a room- past memories, hidden faces, and shards of glass.
Then comes the Storm; our forces combined.
Together we stand, the Shadow and the Storm- a dangerous romance.

Reflections- those gorgeous eyes,
Forever staring . . . staring back at me.
They are both mischievous and wise,
The only difference is, now they see- being truly free.
Broken mirrors of my past- you are now lost in the night.
Now I am free, for my Storm has found the key.