Fractured Identity

In the fragmented mirror, a reflection stares back, A kaleidoscope of selves, shattered and worn. The red eye burns, a ember of what's past, A reminder of the pieces that will forever last. The body, a canvas, cracked and worn, A topography of pain, a map of scorn. The splintered lines, a maze to navigate, A journey through the fragments, to recreate. The self, a work of art, in perpetual decay, Reborn in shards, in a new, uncertain way. The red glow whispers secrets, of what's been and gone, A tale of transformation, where pain is made to atone. In this fractured landscape, we search for a shore, Where the pieces reunite, and we are made whole once more. The artwork stands, a testament to the strife, A reflection of our own, inner, fragmented life.