The Mirror

A sharp corner shatters the still silenceThe surface trembles and jerksFalling away, out from shockThe tears loosen the glueAll falling down - open to viewThe masked morsel of identity revealedReviled but held accountable, thereFor those to see – the truth of what isOr shall be, of who and what – the whyOr how  The cluttered remains of hidden identities,Silver slivers shine solemnly, glitteringGolden forms broken by solid meansBricked up no longer, stone breaksGlass, glass no longer, shiny no longerNew, no more – tragic, aged but stillReal, in fact – much more real than everKnown and seen  What is this? What has their life been?