Your Heart a Reflection of Feeling Lost_

Broken colors, backwards rainbow, rain falls
down by the pieces, mirrored glass drips red.
Your shattered heart reflects your true desire.
Pick up your own puzzled pieces; bring me
the confusion set by the missing piece.
You’ve seen them walked over, the red not in
complete thought, yours, but many others’.
The red teardrops that of one’s own failure
to keep in their self a feeling of safe
keeping. My own brokenness that of bright
bloom. Renewal. Soft rain. New days. Late nights.
Bring to me your broken pieces. Let me
put them back into place. The only “whole”
mirror is that which is glued into place.