27/11/2025
Fractured Whole
The glass is shattered, sharp and cold,
A story split, a truth untold.
My face is reflected in the seams,
Divided by these jagged dreams.
One eye looks left, the other right,
Caught between the dark and light.
But look past where the mirror cracks—
The soul remains, with nothing needed.
Not broken, just a different view,
A mosaic made of me and you.
