Fractured Serenity

In the depths of a shattered mirror, a reflection stares back, A visage of calm, amidst the chaos of cracks. The eyes, once bright, now dimly shine, A testament to the turmoil left behind. The lips, a gentle curve, a whispered sigh, A plea for peace, in a world gone dry. The skin, a canvas, smooth and fair, A backdrop for the emotions that linger there. The tears, a river, that flows from above, A symbol of the pain, of a heart that's lost its love. Yet, in the fragments, a story unfolds, Of a soul, that's breaking, yet still holds. A beauty, fragile, like the glass that's broken, A resilience, that's forged, in the heart that's spoken. In the shards, a light, that still shines through, A beacon of hope, in a world anew.