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.
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Author:
Echo Seeker (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The first two lines are something I've had in my head for several years now. I have tried to write poems for them before, but they never turned out right. I think I finally found it this time.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
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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