Why does it seem we are right back where we started?

Perhaps...
I've learned something more about myself
now,
but I seem uncertain.
I love. I feel I am loved.
I cannot stay frozen forever, so I move
from thought to thought investigating the possibilities
like shattered glass fragments
flaking away into cocktail glasses.
Drinking my fill through the pain and the sharp edges
I see only one small hope left at the bottom of this cup of desire,
leaving us looking at our reflection
alone
vulnerable
naked.