Dear reflection

Dear reflection, As you are still, you seem so far away, hollowed eyes with an abundance of nothingness to say, Yet power lifting as if you are sun-flooded with strength, The voices you held a tight chain on, have begun to cave in, shriveled up in your silence, dried up patience, wearing a trail of salt behind the face of war, like the night with a sky full of clouds yet emptiness, It’s as if you’ve drowned in the efforts of convincing, and caving in has been a toxic pain to live in, to be the piece of object that brings stability underneath the legs of a table, Forget what you dream for, do what you’re made for, solutions appear much clearer challenging the edges of a blade, You have slept with spine baring strains while it was not meant for, forged shapes of hope without the canvas to paint on, Seasoned soul in a violent form, I hope one day all your labor outlay the love you’ve shown.