One

One cracked mirror
Bleeding fingertips
tracing distorted reflection
The torn map of one’s strangled soul
A shattered heart
branching into hopeless routes
Healed again to be broken whole

Before the mirror…….

One forsaken painting
That once sang the song of art
On a blank piece of canvas
Splashed with strokes of grace
Till its beauty got ripped apart
The day the artist had a change of heart.

In the painting………..

One dying tree
Bowing rejected in the dusk
Casting a crying shadow on the ground
As the glare of the sunlight dimmed
Its falling leaves wilted; withered
The cursed frame that once prospered

Under that tree; me……

Everything WAS fine
Until you hoped to see
Our reflection in the mirror
That was NEVER meant to be