I don't know if people will like this poem or not, but I thought it was really intriguing. I read it like we all have imperfections inside and outside of us, and if we do nothing to make changes those imperfections will slowly take us over and eventually... break? I love how you gave us a cliff hanger because it leaves it up to us to fill in the blank.

So if you were the mirror with the crack how could you see yourself??
Then if there were another mirror in front of you then you, mirror and crack would reflect one another forever.
And please do not break the mirror, They have potential to mend!!

I imagine this is a poem about 3 different perspectives? This intrigued me a lot. I’m not so sure about the abruptness of the language to make the point but I certainly found it interesting as always, Hellon. :)

This poem touched me for an ironic reason, I should call it ironic yes. My current bedroom mirror is broken and infact the crack is growing and I have not replaced it yet, though I did cut my finger, accidentally, as I polished the glass. But then again, I connected with your poem on a deeper level, seeing the reflection in one's self. I think we are the crack, the mirror and the reflection...with external factors.

loved this Hellon, mirrors crop up in my poems, never cracked though....