I have no reflection of the past yet in some strange twist of plot it fashions me
I have no reflection of the past yet it has a grasp of me
I have no reflection of the past yet it mirrors....me.
A me that that existed but it does not remember me.
Then I leap across the hurdle and land on my feet.
The rush of air escapes and sweat is released.
I have some recognition and suddenly a family
Mother, father, and a brother who like me love each other
Yet hurt each other and then my foot esca