I gaze into its depths in hopes of a different truth
to fill the cracks that splinter across my eyes.
I can’t make heads or tails about what lies beneath;
all I see are fragmented facts scribbled on the glass.
Bits and pieces of me scatter across the floor;
the threads between them cut and gone,
leaving me bare naked with nowhere to hide.
I stare at the imprint of myself,
and all the sins within come to the forefront.
I fall, shaking to the ground,
trying to gain my bearings against the rising tide.
Such a pity I could not gain ground in such a bitter storm,
and I have to wonder who is really to blame.