Reflection Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Quiet walls, a silent phone,
My time is mine, I'm all alone.

No tugs, no shouts, no hurried pace,
Just thoughts that drift, find time and space.

The day unfolds at my own speed,
Reflections bloom, a planted seed.

I look within, at what has been,
And understand what lies unseen.

Even sadness holds a worth,
A lesson learned, a newborn birth.

Each ending, though it feels so stark,
Leaves room for new light, in the dark.

The story's done, the page is turned,
And from the ashes, something's learned.

The final chapter, clear and bright,
Makes all that came before, feel just right.