Glass falls to the floor, <br />It lies there shattered in a thousand different pieces, <br />My reflection is kind of a jigsaw. <br /> <br />I try to pick up the fallen pieces, <br />Only a sharp pain comes to finger, <br />And I watch as a bead of blood falls to the floor, <br />Falls onto to the shattered glass. <br /> <br />I look again at the broken glass, <br />To see a face look back lost in it's recognition.<br /><br />Katie Berry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/only-shattered-glass/
