I have a mirror.

It’s broken

The girl I see in the mirror is not me.

I am young

I am beautiful.

The mirror shows an old lay

Black circles under the eyes

Shallow cheeks

Skin pulled tight

Lips are in a bloodless line.

I can’t find myself

I am lost beneath the pain

I need to soothe the cries

My mirror is shattered.

Distorted images of who I am and who I was are all I see

Help

Help me find the image that is I

It is hiding among the broken pieces of glass