Reflection - Poem by Ben Bergeth
I wander through the brush to find a body of water.
A lake to reveal my inner thoughts and emotions.
As I stumble through some patches of thorns, I hear a trickle of water.
I found what I seek.
My eyes connect with my heart.
Grief, anticipation, and a glimpse of hope all fill my soul.
I can fix this. Can I?
A harpoon shoots through my chest.
The pain engulfs my thoughts.
Waiting so long hurts too much.
I need to leave. I do not want another wound close by.
Let it all go.
No, I cannot. Such a preposterous thought!
Wait it out then.
Another journey to the reflection pool.
To see what I might find in myself.
I see other people.
I see improvement.
Neither of those matter compared to her.
Here, I see my reflection.
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