Echo Seeker

Why I Write

I write for what I hope to see,

A reflection staring back at me.

 

An answer to my lifelong query,

And though I am already weary,

 

Fingers worn down to the bone,

I have but one dream that I own.

 

I hope to one day write a spark,

That will shatter the murky dark,

 

Surrounding who I am to me,

My reflection staring back at me.

 

And if the answer is in my pen,

I guess that I will know it when,

 

Its stokes create a crystal mirror,

Into which my soul can peer.

Comments1

  • Neville

    a good enough reason to keep writing my friend... I hope you feel better now you have incorporated those two lines you stored inside for such a long time into a delightful little poem... Neville



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