Shattered Glass

As I look upon the shattered glass of a mirror,

I realize that I am looking at a reflection of my heart.

I see how broken it really is

and know that each blow that hits me makes me stronger.

But is it possible that love will heal me and give me wings to fly?

To love another and to be loved is a magic that I yearn for

with the shattered pieces of my heart.

This poem is about: 
Me

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