The mirror fell— Shattered. Fragments scattered like forgotten whispers. The mirror lay shattered, Its jagged edges catching the light, Holding fractured reflections— Something familiar, Something strange. The mirror lay shattered, Each shard revealing a side of myself: The dreamer, The cynic, The child, The shadow. Uneven, incomplete, Yet undeniably mine. The mirror lay shattered. Separate pieces, Yet together, they told a story: A mosaic of me— Not whole, not broken. The mirror lay shattered, But it did not lie. In its fractures, I found honesty, In its chaos, I found clarity. For in the jagged edges of what was, I saw who I am: Not perfect, Not broken, But real.