RIPPLED REFLECTIONS

RIPPLED REFLECTIONS

All I see is rippled reflections in the puddle of water,

Wish they’d stop so I could see it clearly not that it matters,

But as long as the wind blows rippled it will be,

And my face’s image will continue to be distorted to me.

Sometimes I wonder if that’s me looking back,

Often I feel as if my sanity is still in tact,

One thing I know for sure is that my soul will rise again,

Sorrow, remorse, my own suffering as well as the pain,

I will no longer be forced to feel,

I believe there’s a place beyond that’s real,

Whether it be sooner or later that doesn’t matter to me,

The only thing that does it that finally my soul will be set free.

Freed from the miseries of the world we live,

Yet I also believe I still have much to give,

So much to offer while I’m still here,

The ripples are gone now and who I am I can now see clear.

-brad