My Reflection Poem by Kellsey Hartmann

I look in the pond,
he stars twinkling above,
the moon shining bright,
hidden in the grove.

This small open field,
where fireflies light,
where all is peaceful,
on this pleasant night.

Yet my heart aches.
I am not content.
I stare at my reflection,
needing a way to vent.

I think about my life,
all those wasted hours,
all those precious moments,
that i should have devoured.

I think of the love,
the kindness I've known,
the people I've met,
how my views have grown.

Yet I sit on the sidelines,
along for the ride,
but now in my life,
it's the receding tide.

I feel my loss,
at the things left undone.
True it's been good,
but I could have done.

I've never gone out,
and initiated a thing.
I thought I was great,
but this has been humbling.

I look toward the pond,
and look at my reflection.
Now I wonder more.
I have a single question.

Can I go out?
Can I be great?
For once in my life,
can I initiate?

I look at the pond,
and I see a new me.
It's never to late,
to be who you want to be.