Reflection

Though nothing feels the same it seems, my hollowness prevails. 

Upon the darkened shore of self, I’ll trust dawn’s company

To exhibit a gallery of my sacrifice, as a reflection on the water.

There are times I find myself approach the edge with caution.

I haven’t found a way to touch the surface yet. I may choose 

A different path, I may choose to carve a trail behind my steps. 

I know I must paint the sky with colors before a storm, though

My colors seem to fade compared to the artist’s vibrant palette. 

I mourn the flight of migration, drawn to a foreign warmth, so 

I’ll leave my sense of belonging. How then could I feel alone?

As the road between us narrows, I’ll decide instead to forage

The surrounding area for memories I buried long ago. Though

As the soil finds a home between my fingernails, I feel as if my

Purpose lies permanently beneath me, and in that I find peace.