I am Shattered

An experiment in free verse.

I stare into a shattered mirror

My reflection distorted by shards of broken glass

An eye here

An ear there

Everything rendered abstract and unfamiliar like the subject of a Picasso painting

And yet

This mangled image

This distorted identity

It all seems strangely fitting

For in this unseemly mess, I have finally found myself

For I am not a whole, but merely a collection of fragments

An assortment of portions, pieces and parts that find expression through a single face

My mind is fractured like a broken bone

Memories, once intact, lie scattered about the mental storehouse that is my brain

This is it

This is me

I am shattered