The shards have matched up perfectly
falling back into the mirror sealing themselves
Like overlapping cave crystals stitching
I can see myself again
the reflection sees past my skin
Into the turmoil the scars open and closed
The chaos of the aggressive mind exploding imploding
The lines of the broken shards disappear
until it's only one pane of glass
One reflection without interrruption
Morning light allowing me sight
see myself clearly
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