I cast the first stone
Into calm waters
Watching the ripples
Slowly grow and fade
I stare into the waters
Reflecting myself
Wondering if this person
Is who I have become
The longer I stare
At that unforgiving sight
The more I wonder
If this is truly who I am
I don’t know if I’m me
Staring into the mirror
Or am I the reflection
Staring back at me
Is this how the world
Views this shell of me
Because this is not the person
I've imagine myself to be
Everyday, all I see
Is these two hands
And the world around me
Never caring how I appear to be
Avoiding mirrors
Wherever I go
Reflecting a person
That no one will ever know
Really good poem, i think everyone feels like this at times, i know at least i do. Thanks.
you speak of it so truthfully.. u indeed are a poet! marvelous work!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent expression of the fear that we can't quite see as being us, misery in unhappy ripples, amazing imagery. We all have this, it's natural in order that we keep trying to fulfill our souls... Smiling at you Tai