A mirror inside a frame
Silently hung upon the wall
My reflection within so clear
Till I felt the mirror fall

The hand that clutched the anchor
To which the mirror held
Slowly lost its grip
Till at last the mirror fell

Crashing to the floor
The mirror broke to shards
My reflection now was scattered
Like a thrown deck of cards

The anchor was the point
At which I lost my hold
Now I lie broken
Shattered , crushed and cold