No going back

There’s no going back to
Those discrete pieces anymore
That broke me into  
More tiny pieces
Those brimful hands of forgiveness
And an urge to get me back
Are still insisting upon me
No going back to those hands again
The mirror reflects back
Those shattered pieces,
That lay alone in
This scathy island of illusions.
Illusions can illuminate
As well as demolish your life too
But the last illusion
That I had, caught me hard.
There’s no going back to those islands again
Those shaded hands are pushing against me harder
To bring me back
And only two clean dried divine hands
Are pulling me forward
Closer to the furthest of them.
And I roll on to
There’s no going back.