A cracked old mirror hangs upon a wall,
It tells me I’m broken and falling apart.
While it sits nailed to rotten boards on the wall,
It shows every fractured piece of my heart.
Beside it rests a mirror, darkly stained;
It says I’m bleak and need to lighten up.
While it hangs on a broken nail, chained,
It shows it’s still dim when the sun comes up.
But near them both sits one bright and clear;
It says to me I’m wiped clean of filth and free.
While it stands tall with a new tag near,
It shows not one imperfection of me.
Though others see the stains once displayed,
One alone sees a soul fully remade.
Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 5:36 PM UTC
A cracked old mirror hangs upon a wall,
It tells me I’m broken and falling apart.
While it sits nailed to rotten boards on the wall,
It shows every fractured piece of my heart.
Beside it rests a mirror, darkly stained;
It says I’m bleak and need to lighten up.
While it hangs on a broken nail, chained,
It shows it’s still dim when the sun comes up.
But near them both sits one bright and clear;
It says to me I’m wiped clean of filth and free.
While it stands tall with a new tag near,
It shows not one imperfection of me.
Though others see the stains once displayed,
One alone sees a soul fully remade.