Reflections

I gazed upon a quiet stream
My reflection I did see
I wondered who is this person
That I have come to be

A stone was cast into the water
The ripples shrouded me
And I have wrapped myself
In its obscurity

It has become my shield
My security
Now when I look
I do not clearly see

I do not want to give it up
Cause it envelops me
It helps protect my weaknesses
My vulnerabilities

I've given of myself
Unconditionally
And along the way somehow
Lost my identity

Maybe I do not need to seek
Who I have come to be
But need to know that in my heart
I still belong to me.....




Mysty
03-05-99


This quiet stream is my sanctuary, my secret place where no one enters....

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