I came to the still pond,
Walking with a limp,
Standing on its bank,
Feeling sorry inside,
I saw my face looking back,
With sadness in my eyes.
The pond could only mirror,
What was given,
Reflection’s response isn’t emotion,
Completely honest,
My story retold,
The mix of light and shadow,
Reflecting pain and loss.
The limp arrives,
When starting with only a goal,
Then the water’s sheen was broken,
By a ripple that dislocated,
Everything from before,
My eyes no longer visible,
Sadness spread through each small wave,
Washing on the pond’s shore,
Completely honest,
Each step wincing,
My story broken,
Light gave way to shadow,
Taken by pain and loss.
Only waiting can stop the wave,
Rest is my heart’s cry,
My soul’s sadness,
My limp,
Sadness in my eye,
I wait at the edge,
Till the ripples slow,
Emerging stillness again,
Each wave smaller than the last,
Each whispering honestly,
My story being reformed,
Breaking more gently,
My soul restored by light.