Looking for my own reflection
In this thick fog that surrounds,
Something that seeks me too,
Or someone who knows no bounds.
A quiet tremble stirs within me,
For the uncertain I cannot see.
Do I feel it circling near? Or wait,
Is it something breaking free?
Unaccepted does not survive
It’s the truth, not the fancy kind.
I’m at the edge of meeting myself,
A little afraid of what I might find.
