Broken mirrors

There is beauty in broken mirrors. In the way they still fulfill their purpose of reflecting life back at you. Even if it doesn’t align at the edges. Even if it becomes a mosaic of unattached parts.
There is beauty in broken mirrors. Maybe because they are truer that they ever were. Maybe because in reality we all are as broken and normal mirrors just put us together again.
There is beauty in broken mirrors. Each piece a world on its own. Each piece it’s own note that when put together create a melancholic symphony.
They say that breaking a mirror gives you seven years of bad luck. I say not. Because there is beauty in broken mirrors as there is on the rain puddles on the street. A broken beauty, a dirty beauty, but a true beauty nonetheless.

The broken mirror that inspired this piece