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?