I came home one day to find, <br />All my mirrors broken, and I know why. <br />It was you, my ghost, who lurks through the house. <br />You smashed them so you wouldn’t have to see. <br />See what you’ve become. <br />And I can’t help you because you refuse to let go. <br />Of me and of the world. <br />That is the conclusion I have come to, <br />In the case of my broken mirrors.<br /><br />Rachel Brewer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/broken-mirrors/
