Mirror, Mirror (A Sestina)

Mirror mirror on the wall
What stories can you tell me?
Has life been kind to you upon this street
After being broken?
Many stop, stare, and look for their reflection
They don't see the story you hold

Tell me mirror what do you hold?
After all the time on this wall
Would you like to confide in me?
I often think when traveling this street
Of when I too was once broken
I never wanted to stop and stare at you, at my reflection

Only grief did I find in my reflection
I saw nothing but the ugliness my body would hold
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Did you ever want to see me?
I would avoid looking at you when on this street
For fear that you would become more broken

One day I looked, and yes you were broken
And so very beautiful, even with my reflection
I took it all in, every ounce I could hold
I stared at you broken on this wall
And for a second thought, this could be me
I could be just like the mural by the street

Broken yet beautiful, it's all right here by the street
People love to look at you even though you're broken?
They will see themselves in you, their reflection
You have their gaze on hold
But there is so much more than mirrors on your wall
You hold a story that you can tell me

So lovely mural, please tell me
What are your stories of this street?
How many others have you made feel less broken?
Because of how beautiful you make their reflection
In your shiny embrace it's us you hold
Mirror mirror on the wall

You hold hundreds of people in a single reflection
So many stories from the street however many broken
Say Mirror mirror on the wall, will you tell me?

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