It is storming and cold outside; I stand alone in my house with shattered mirrors all around me. I can’t move, for there is no path to walk along, it seems hopeless to get away from theses pieces of shattered mirrors. I look around to see if there may be one left that may have my reflection smiling back at me, but all the mirrors have shattered around me. I try to walk through the pieces of mirror in search, but with every step each piece and sliver cuts me. I stumble and fall as the shattered pieces bury themselves in me, driving themselves deeper into my feet and hands. Loosing all sense of feeling from the pain, I try to get up, but more pieces cut into me. I sit there seeing my reflection of pain trying to attack me in every shattered piece. I continue to try and get away from the pain within these shattered pieces of mirror, but they cut me even more to flow a stream of bloody pain from within me. I find one mirror that has not shattered, with hopes of what reflection it holds, but when I see my reflection in it he attacks me. The mirror shatters into millions of pieces, and each piece pierces my chest driving the other deeper into my heart. I fall to my knees bloody with pain, wondering if I will ever find that mirror that holds my reflection of happiness. In hopes of finding, I try again to search for this unbroken mirror, but the pieces dig deeper causing my cuts to open and bleed more, the reflection of pain continuing to attack me through every shattered piece. I find it hard to move on, for the pieces of mirror have cut me deeply, and have lodged themselves in me. The blood of pain covers me, and I wonder if I will ever find a mirror that shows my reflection of happiness. A reflection where I am no longer covered in bloody pain and there are no more pieces of shattered mirror holding my reflection of pain waiting to attack me. Will I ever see such a mirror, or will the reflection of pain drain the river of life from me? Until I find that mirror, I will wonder my house of shattered mirrors with the reflection of my pain haunting and attacking me, but continue to hope for that mirror, that I might one day be healed from the pain and enjoy the reflection of happiness. That my cuts will no longer bleed of pain, but will be healed from the love of my happiness, for love will love me again, and bring my dreams and love to life.