Reflection
When vicious sadness lances
Spears that disembowl,
My soul on which pain dances
Emits a silent howl.
But the moon to which I cry now
Has no substance, warmth or healing,
A mere reflection of my feeling
Caught in a water bowl
It's beauty empty and unmoving
It's all just for show
Casts back my own deep longing
With a light itself belonging
To a sun you'll never know.
Copyright © Tansy Roekaerts | Year Posted 2021
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