t-minus... so...

to look into our past is sometimes like

trying to reassemble a broken mirror

our reflection ever changing and rippling 

in the glint of the broken shards

as we get closer to getting the picture

it twists and bends

reflecting the light to different angles

casting shadow and beams in directions we never thought possible

to stare into the reflection

almost feels as if 

to look into the grave of your love

to see the unthinkable

and yet

there is a new form

as the pieces come together further

you see a form you have never seen before

but also

on the edges you cut

and bleed

the picture starts to take on a new life

your reflection is not as it once was

and the cuts create scars

still

to look into the reflection

is much like staring down the barrel 

of a loaded gun

the bullet in the chamber

quivering in anticipation

waiting to blow your head off

in all of that

there is something

like to see the sun

for the first time

or to touch the sky on a spring day

whatever it is

you must continue

continue you must

for you know that

in the new reflection

there is something

it could kill you

or it could save your soul

and set you free