Unbroken dream

Unbroken Dream

As she walked she looked upon the broken glass,
The scattered array of her reflections trailing ahead.
Each one, a piece of her,
Sharp and jagged, hard and cruel.

She uneasily danced between the shards,
That lay either side, pointing back at her,
Falling behind her.
She could not go back.

She stopped and watched, as the glass diverged.
The pieces reformed to two broken halves.
She looked upon the faces she knew,
But refused, and denied their separate natures.

She cut-off her sight, and tried to move on,
But crimson rivers spread,
As the glass lashed out and cut her feet.
There was no longer a path for her.

She looked above, to the thundering clouds,
She cried out “Help me!”,
And fell to her knees, cradling her wounds.
She wept, and watched as her tears ran red like her blood.

Suddenly rain poured, washing the blood, flooding the pieces.
The water forming glass in their gaps.
The path restored, one mirror reflected,
Her face, herself, was unbroken.

She woke with a gasp, ridden with sweat.
Staring at her blood soaked bandage,
She went to her broken mirror,
She said one word…peace.

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