Metamorphosis
I kept knocking on the mirror
No one answered
My image was looking for the past
I was trapped in this reflection
I kept knocking on the mirror
And suddenly the mirror broke
I thought it was bad luck
All became dark
But you were there
You helped me collecting the glass fragment
It hurt my hands
But I slowly rebuilt the mirror
Then I knocked again on it
And my adult self looked at me
Then I became my image
The adult I wanted to be.