Still Waters Poem by Jeremy Willson

I look at my appearance in the still waters
But is it really my reflection?
Is that truly me?
I don't recall the last time I saw myself as who I am
Cause that isn't me, no I'm a mixture of color and light
I glimmer like a star so I am also like the sun
I'm a setting orange about to burst into a supernova
My blood spills from my mouth as I cough
I touch the face of the reflection and it ripples the water
It blurs into a wave of blue and red
Such beautiful colors I am