Reflection Poem by Clara Potter Soloman

She can see her reflection in the cold black water.
She wonders wht has become of her.
The glossy image breaks up.
She hadn't realized she was crying.

Like the ground she sat on,
pieces of her heart were frozen.
She didn't know why this was.

Perhaps her heart was trying to perserve something,
a memory? , many memories?
She was afraid she would loose herself.
She was afraid of what her life would become.

Perhaps her heart wanted to perserve her sense of belonging.
But would freezing memories really work?
or would she just be alone?
Could she ever move on?

Things in her world haunt her.
Past the point of denial,
she tries to accept her life as it is.
But the pain has engulfed her already.

Her entire future was changed now.
Changed by one decision.
Not her own of course.

The funny thing is:
While her whole world comes crashing down,
life goes on all around her.

Months turn to weeks,
weeks turn to days,
days turn to hours.

One last swing of the pendulum,
and everything is gone.

This poem is just words on a page,
but she is real.

Her reflection appears in the water again.

Who is she?

She is me.
I am her.
We are one and the same.

April 13,2010