I have faith in a fractured mirror,
The black line gaps part of this,
Unknowable and untouched;
Parts of my inner self I am only
Slowly becoming aware of.
I have faith in my unsure reflection
Where I know who looks back,
But do not know why;
When they could turn away
And go to find themselves instead.
I have faith that they would return,
And tell me all they’d found,
Though I fear no answer would
Be on their ever-silent lips,
Which mock mine with their movements.
I do not need the mirror repaired,
For it is to be broken as I start again.