smashed mirror memories

My memories are like broken fragments of a smashed mirror

They shine, giving me small glimpses of my former self, but never the whole picture

I wonder how the pieces fit together, but my mind is all in a whir

Of what, if and hopes

I cannot be sure of what I see, yet it envelopes

Me

I, myself, personally, yours truly

Not knowing where my memory belongs, but surely

I will remember someday?

It cannot always be this way…