I look at the glass, cracked,Worried about the mirror,
I keep staring at it,
A day goes by,
Each day, I try to mend it,
Some cello tape, some glue,
Something that might just fix it,
My obsession is my passion.
But with each passing day,
I make it worse,
My husband says, we need
To have it removed.
I don’t wanna let it die,
Even by the cracks,
I cut my finger,
Trying to fiddle.
It hurts, it pains,
I take a hammer and,
Start breaking it up,
A tear rolling.
That mirror was me,
I saw my life,
A reflection of it every day,
It was my marriage too.
And it is falling apart,
No matter what I do,
I can’t mend that,
I will have to let it go too.
~ A Poem By Fizz
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