Broken Mirror: Reflection on a Fractured Image

Its getting cold outside

its biting like a knife

flush up to the skin.

Pull the alarm

scream to the sky

this is the anthem

and its ringing loud

obnoxious momentary unity.

We find ourselves in the mirror

staring back at ourselves.

I find myself

staring straight into the mirror

through the broken tendrils

stretched across the placid

surface

I find myself shattered

wondering what my purpose is

and what I can do;

because sometimes I forget

to have faith in my own abilities

that were given to me.