RD Larson
I stumble, the mirror falls, shattered.
I pick it up, a broken pie in slices now.
My image fractured, my faith and inward self.
This glittering vision is it real or is it fool's gold?
A slice of self is all I see, A slice of self is all I show.
Other slices of the mirror pie are secrets
never shared. Ala mode. And not.
