Fragments

On my knees
trying
to pick up
the broken pieces from the ground
Since our
porcelain building
shattered on the floor

And every fragment
is a new wound
needing to be cured
And every fragment
Is just
A fragment to forget

And you?
Are you in front of the mirror,
frozen
criticized by your own image
pretending to defend yourself
when no one's there attacking you?

Now I find
small pieces everywhere
at every step
I'm afraid to cut myself
Purity
Was equilibrium
And you knew
It could break down easily

To rebuild
Is not easy
Not as clear as before
Everything
anytime
May crumble down again

And you?
Are you inside the mirror
Still
criticizing your own image
and still attacking
who is no longer defending?