Shattered Glass
The mirror was shattered because the rays of the sun had pierced it too sharply.The fire burning it apart and the heat too consuming to endure- it broke. The reflections of the falling leaves were disjointed and warped as they fell past and scattered around the shards. She could only see her eye, brimming with tears as she stared confusedly at the piece closest to her feet. She couldn't understand how what was meant to be the source of all life, the driving force of motivation have torn this reflector of truth, shredded it so. She kneeled to try and piece it back together, in desperate denial of reality. The gaps remained. The futility of it crashed around her as the glass stared back, mocking her faith and laughing at her misguided belief that it could still be fixed. She looked away. The soft brush of a flower that fell and landed right in the centre of the longest shard, drew her gaze. The flower was intact, so was its reflection. So what if it was too broken to proud...