Reflection

Reflection

The taste of my tears like salt beneath the sand

The passage of the years like water in my hand.

 

All that I have learned passes before my eyes

images I have burned, just a clever disguise.

 

All I think I know like whispers in the dark

Tried to learn and grow but couldn’t change my heart.

 

We want what we want so convinced we are right

but memories that haunt bring mistakes into the light.

 

If I failed before why should I try at all?

Have I learned to soar, or will I once again just fall?