searching
yearning
heart brimming
empty
full
Is there a rule..
knowing so much
revealing so little..
baffled
I see my reflection and beyond -
the hope
the loneliness
and the gift of love..
each carrying a life sentence of its’ own..
distinct
blinding
leading us on
time alluding us before we know it’s gone..
we get small unaware
the shadow of life covers us all
the tunnel will bury us
Or we can stand tall
the draw is the light
at the end of the night..
