Mirror by Shelly May Dayze

Face pressed hard against the glass
A cold darkness holds my breath
 but for a moment
My hand traces each curve
My eyes transfixed
In the beauty of brokeness
Pulled apart by youth
Pieced together by life
Each year etched deeply on my skin
So worn ,  sketched with every minute
With every breath
All those years
My body quietly taking note
Knowing one day I would see the person looking back
Beautifully broken
Yet beautifully me