Mirror, Mirror

Shall I remain forever aloof

Like a dusty cloud of ambivalence;

A matching mirror nodding its

Unjustified equivalence?

Should I resign and agreeably feign

To enjoy that cloud of levity -

Deny myself and so remain

A chasm of passivity?

And what use are words on laden ears?

And whose words can dry fallen tears?

For talk is cheap and quickly sold

To hide a shoulder frozen cold.

Yet still no warmth can silence bring,

Such vacancy bears no repose.

So absence and advice alike

Appear officiously imposed.

Alas, the matching mirror cracks

From wise words seen but never spoken.

And those words uttered sadly fade

Their images now all but broken.

But shattered glass can still detect

The history of those that pass.

Each broken piece still more reflects;

A thousand shards, a thousand paths.

Thus I remain that looking glass,

A myriad of depth disguised.

For every image within itself

Holds its own potential realized.