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