Shattered mirror of Pain. ( contest entry )

I look into this mirror placed before me. 1

Deep into my eyes, 2

Past the eye liner,3

Past the dry tears,4

Past the shiny surface of my pupil. 5

I look deep, deep inside. 6

Trying to grasp something in me…7

That doesn't8

Hate,9

That doesn’t cry10

That doesn’t scream11

That doesn’t run away12

That isn’t lonely. 13

But the only thing is, I find nothing. 14

I see a girl before me, 15

Red eyes, wet cheeks. 16

Pale face, ragged hair. 17

I see a girl, 18

Who needs to be held closely. 19

Not just to be hugged,20

Not just to be acknowledged.21

I need to be HELD closely. 22

I reach out to touch her,23

The girl that resembles only my own self. 24

Our hands just about to meet on the icy surface of the mirror. 25

It cracks before I reach it26

My heart stops and my eyes gaze upon the cracked mirror.27

The small pieces of the once held together girl 28

Fall down all over my dresser. 29

I look at the tiny pieces of myself, scattered around me. 30

The girl broke before my eyes. 31

Just before my touch, just before I met her hands. 32

Was I to late to save her?33

If I happened to to touch her, would she have held together?34

I grasp a shard of the mirror in my hand, my blood spills onto the floor. 35

I feel pain inside this shard…36

Not the pain of the wound,37

But the pain of the piece of the girl that is held in my hands. 38

I grasp another shard,39

And find the same. 40

Repeatedly, I do this, until I find one shard that feels different. 41

I feel hope as I grasp this one,42

Hope that someone would hold the girl,43

That some one was trying to save her44

Before she cracked. 45

I drop the piece. 46

Out of the Millions of the shattered mirror,47

One piece held hope. 48

I fall to my knees. Realizing that girl was me,49

Am I that hopeless?50

That insignificant?51

Has my will for love fallen that far down on the scale?52

I look down at the shards. 53

Carefully, I put that girl back together. 54

Each piece that I connect with one and other, 55

I name it. 56

Hope; is the upper right section of the mirror. 57

Love; The bottom right.58

Pain; a small portion of the upper left. 59

Joy; The lower left.60

And61

Determination; the rest of the upper left. 62

I stand, and look at this girl before me. 63

A new girl, 64

I put her back together, just by showing I cared. 65

And now, I feel happy to know this girl was me. 66

My pain still remains, but hope just might over power the pain. 67

I will continue on with this hope, until it’s realized, or fades down. 68

I will either save this girl in the mirror,69

Or the destiny of shattered glass will be fulfilled. 70

But let’s not forget,71

You are a huge piece of the mirror. It all depends on if you72

Save me. 73