The Beautifully Broken

When she looked in the mirror,
It wasn't she looking back.
It was a shell.
Hollow and fragile
Unrecognizable,
Unsure of where to go.
The crack, running down her mirror
The results of pent up rage deep inside
Parallel the split in her mind
And the tears down her cheeks.
Never to touch,
But forever running side by side.
The beautifully broken,
A piece of art,
Obvious to all but the artist herself.
In her eyes,
Awkward lines that simply don't fit,
Uncomfortable.
To others,
The beautifully broken,
One of many in a unique series.
When looked at alone,
Talked about and observed,
Unconventional.
However when pieced together,
Hand in hand,
The strength
Becomes unimaginable.