Reflections

Sometimes I try to find myself

Amidst the still water of the river.

Sometimes I wait for myself to appear

In the mist that takes us nowhere.

The search goes on, the seemingly endless paths waiting;

Several doors open but none close enough to enter.

Maybe the shattered mirror in my room perfectly reflects me.

Maybe the image I see in my cold cup of coffee is the one I feared not to be.

Maybe the rain-washed window perfectly depicts me

Or maybe I am just a polaroid in somebody's dilapidated memory.

As I take one step into the wilderness to find myself,

The sentinel branches watch me, the roots underneath chain me.

As I crawl in search of serenity into the desert,

I find snippets of me buried in the silence of the sand.

As I fall into the blue ocean to retrieve the lost pieces of me,

The cruel wind laughs, reminding me of my clipped wings.

So I let this storm within me rage

Run aimlessly in this bizarrely familiar maze.

For I know in the last embers of this fire

Will I find the new flame to finish an old mire.

Sometimes I try to see myself

In the pale shaft of light in this dark imperfection

Sometimes I try to find myself

But always wait to find my true reflection.