God Made Hammers

It was a strange beast

I use to be

...occasionally I still see it hide

......behind the mirror

I find a piece of it hidden

.......in the pocket of an unused jacket

A dark corroded mirror reflects a dark image
I have tried to sew my pockets shut
But I still feel the sharp edges of something in there

Opaque annoyance just below the surface
It constantly pokes in my side, reminding me

Thorn in the flesh

I smash the mirror but the little pieces
Still reflects me, smaller but 100 times over

Still murky with brooding intent

...the sinner that I am

Powder of the mirror sparkles like stardust
The hope is in the pieces

In the remnant

There is hope but it does not come from I
I deceive no one with this outward charade
The mirror exposes the truth
either through reflection or smashing anger.

Hammer to nail a nail

Hammer to break a mirror
A hammer broke who I was

A hammer rebuilds who I am

I cannot sweep away everything I was
But I can begin to build the new from old

It starts and ends with a hammer