Broken Mirror

Broken mirror

Gaping alone, upon my broken mirror
Of jagged rude edges clad in dust
Twain people stare back at me

There’s one sombre as stone,
And one sassy as snake
One pure like a dove,
One shrewd and scold

One sins and grins
The other bears a saintly chin
One has eyes that’s toxic
The others’ nirvanic
One’s a fish with broken fins
The other’s an Eagle with newly formed wings

From much turmoil, would I be free
If I could once fathom, who is me

@Grace Okoliko 2019

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