Mirrorshade: The Fractured Reflection of Identity

In shards of glass, a face appears,
Fragmented, twisted by the years.
Each piece a story, a different hue,
A kaleidoscope of me and you.

Mirrorshade, oh mirrorshade,
Where identities are made and frayed.
In your splintered surface, we discern
The selves we’ve lost, the selves we yearn.

One fragment shows a child’s glee,
Another, adult gravity.
Here lies ambition’s gleaming face,
There, regret’s shadowed embrace.

Angles sharp and edges keen,
Reflect the parts we’ve rarely seen.
The lover, fighter, sage, and fool,
All dance within this fractured pool.

Mirrorshade, oh mirrorshade,
Your truth cannot be disobeyed.
In your cracks, we recognize
The masks we wear, the compromised.

Some pieces shine with brilliant light,
While others shroud in darkest night.
The hero and the villain blend,
As moral lines begin to bend.

We trace the outlines of our soul,
In shattered glass that’s not quite whole.
Each shard a version of our being,
Some hidden, some forever…