Reflections

Water, air, earth and fire, they are all elements of life. Secrets, lies and jealousy, they are all creations of human nature. Myths, legends and the common rumour, they are all creations of imagination. Then yet what are reflections? Are they just a mirror image or are they something more mystical? Human nature is overshadowed by lack of honesty; lies are the make-up of betrayal, dark shadows overhang by our beds creating nightmares within our resting minds. But still our reflections show nothing of who and what we truly are; our souls lay stagnant, like spoiled water where insects roam. Each cast of our reflection the mirror sours for we are rarely true to ourselves and thus the reflection becomes cursed; un-restful and feared. Soon our souls become trapped within the layers of dishonesty, they scream like phantoms in a musky lake, forever reaching out but always hitting a transparent layer of denial. Until we are true to ourselves our reflections will never cast light upon this earth for our souls will never find redemption unless we allow ourselves to truly be seen by all. Reflections? Mystical and forbidding.