The Mirror

For it was once a beautiful mirror,
Lavished with grandeur and favored by many,
But now, it is nothing but a broken piece of art,
You cannot fix it to look as ravishing as it was before,
And even if you can patch them together,
The cracks will still remain,
Naked as it can be to the eyes of the beholder,
Like a scar to be carried for eternity,
Might still be usable,
But kinda tainted,
Tainted with blood, tears, and sweat...
Might still be functional,
But kinda limited,
The reflection won't be as crystalline as the frozen waters of the Arctic,
For it is not as magnificent as it was before...
But if it'll be replace with a new mirror,
Everything might be pellucid again, 
Perhaps this old one needs to be thrown away,
Let go, forget, and embrace anew,
Like a phoenix emerged from its own ashes,
Gracefully flying its way up towards the evening sky,
Lighting up the darkness out of its own fire...
Yes, perhaps that's the only way,
So let go, forget, and embrace a new soul,
A new life, be reborn like a phoenix,
For a greater purpose in this universe,
And for a limpid and effulgent reflection of thyself...

Again...