Salar de Uyuni

You are not the jagged edges of a broken mirror

You are not the pieces falling out of place,

Crashing to the floor in a symphony of shattering.

You are more than just the blood falling from your fist.

The fractured eyes staring back at you are not ones of judgement or contempt

They are despondent and dejected

They understand you better than you know

Take in their looks.

Empathize with their elan

Learn the difference between the concern and the cavil.

But if you ever find yourself agitated at the gazes

You must learn that you can simply turn around

And walk away.

Until you find some eyes in a reflection that can make you proud.

You don’t need to wait Seven years for this to end

You make your own luck by choosing where to look.