I am made of
the shattered pieces of
my past lives.
Brilliant with success
tarnished by maturity
Shattered with disappointment
burnished by wisdom gained
A thousand colours
placed carefully on
a mirrored base
so that the reflection of me
is hidden
by all the broken tiles
patterns changing
a star in the corner
a rainbow kissed tree
a running child
stormclouds
a sword
a harp
sunset on the ocean
Moons both bloody and radiant
ink dripping from my quill
like a pulse, giving life
to my mosaic