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 Fragmented Face
Every mirror I look into appears shattered;
As I see my fragmented face looking back.
Appearing like one of Picasso's paintings,
Reality is distorted beyond recognition.
Unable to see that young man of promise;
I now see that old man of broken dreams.
My fragmented face now stares and laughs;
Seeing the shattered shards of what I once was.
Searching the archives of my memories for the when;
Understanding somewhat now the why,
Seeing in my mirror the fullness of the what.
My fragmented face I now attempt to love.
Looking into my soul for the healing balm;
Unearthing the rotten, the foul, the diseased.
Opening my heart to the Almighty once more;
As He reassembles my fragmented face.
16Jul09
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