After a teary night,

She picks up a

Piece of the shattered

Mirror from the floor, and

Looks at her

Reflection in it.

Maybe we need

To die in order to be

Reborn. Maybe we need

To get lost in order to be

Found. Maybe we need

To get hurt in order to find

Happiness.” She says while staring

Into the broken piece of the mirror.

I just want to find true love;

The last word she could whisper

As a tear drops

On the shattered piece of the 

Mirror she can’t seem to let go of.

– Okoto Enigma 

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Ken and I wrote similar poems, just the same title; but it counts. Check out his poem as well.

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