Reflective Glass

By: Margo Cicero

I couldn’t look into the mirror 

I couldn’t look into my face. 

I was too afraid to see the terror 

Of all the fragments misplaced 

But I finally lifted my head 

To see what I had become 

A girl who struggled and bled 

And not some mischievous scum 

I saw a girl who could pick herself up 

And stitch the wounds 

Of the living souls she chopped up 

And those of whom she doomed. 

I saw deep into those bloodshot eyes

Into the desperation and despair 

And I saw a future of a rise 

A start of a repair 

It was a new beginning 

Separate from the end 

And in that a new burning 

For all possible amends.