She sat as she pondered,
What happens now?
Looks down at her hands
Reminisces those days
When the world once stood on her fingertips.

When all was at hands reach,
When she believed in herself.

She punches the wall,
What happens now?
Her knuckles bleed as she wishes they'd stop
Her fingers trembled as tears ran down.

She pauses.

Bites her tongue, and punches the mirror.
As it shattered, she sobbed.
What happens now?
She looks down at her hands
Cut, bruised, swollen, bleeding,
Broken.

She kneels on the red glass,
Enjoying the pain.

Reminiscing about those days,
When the whole world had once stood on her fingertips.

She wraps her hands, tries to make amends.
Picks up the pieces of her own shattered...
Mirror.

Attempts to piece it back together
But she can't.

She lays on her red pool of sorrows.
What happens now?

Looking up at her fingertips,
around at her hopes and dreams,
and mostly within hands reach,
all she sees is red shattered glass.

Cut, bruised, swollen, bleeding
Broken.