I look into the mirror,
I see a reflection of me,
Bidding to be solid once more
By words I can't identify.

In my mind,
I stretch my arms,
I pull out my heart
In my tender warm hands.

Saying I'll survive,
I begin to stoop down to pick it up
With sadness in my eyes
And my shattered heart.

Solid mirror,
show a shattered spirit
With each I pick up,
I need to learn to let go.