The glass is broken

The silver backed glass

Lies shattered on the ground

It catches the light, and shadows



Stepping out of the shattered glass

Looking down and all the shreds

Pieces of who we multiplied by thousands

A different view, a new perspective



The self image before we found wanting

We can live with the pieces of who we are

Now that we see them in context

Now that we see them as a whole



Why when we look at ourselves

We are never happy, always wanting more?

But when the reflection falls to pieces

We find who we really are



Were we lost in the whole

Or did the whole just blind us

To the parts of the person

That made us whole?



The strength we have, the passion

Courage, love, caring, compassion

All hidden behind a fa�ade of

A stranger, someone we didn't know



Step away from the mirror

Look at one part at a time

See the mystery and the wonder

Of who we really are.

A poem by Tammy� 2000

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