Reflections
A collective of lessons.
A memory. A mark. A scar.
The past.
Everything that was and went.
Gone in the physical.
Present in the soul. Everlasting.
Ethereal.
A look in the mirror to show what you’ve been hiding.
From me, from us. From you.
The bravery to look deep.
Within the pool of fears you silence.
Take my hand and jump.
We win the war with single battles.
And everything ends how it began:
With a whisper.