Reflection

Reflection

I spend some time in quiet reflection.
My heart the mirror I regard.
Shattered by this introspection,
What is found in each sharp-edged shard?

In this one here, a fragment of time,
When joy was boundless,
A moment at it's highest peak, sublime.
Shared without spite or malice.

Another here reveals dark spaces,
Of sadness hidden and secrets kept,
Feelings numb within these places,
A void, empty and bereft.

A greater portion of ego left whole,
Handle the cutting edge with gloves,
The brightness sourced within my soul,
The shining glimpse of all my loves.

The one poured on me by my mother,
One that soothes each life-earned scar.
Love meant for only just one other,
Be it given in touch or felt from afar.

The peace I find when each is examined,
A tender morsel fed my being,
The completeness as these thoughts are penned,
A sated mortal their expression freeing.