I was whole once,
but broken pieces fixed me.
Shards of a thousand shattered mirrors
formed,
piece by piece
into one.
Some stranger stares back at me
from my reflection,
but there’s enough of him left, yet
to be familiar.
The same time that ravaged him,
has ravaged me,
and taken from me
in the same way it has given.
A cold and calloused hand
draws back the curtain
on another day,
rich with reward and strife.
I have often wondered;
“What would it cost
to pay the Devil,
to have him leave me be?”
But I have learned,
that over time
all debts come due;
and I have paid a few.
HG – 2019
