Reflections Of Self

Precious coverlets folded neatly, placed aside on bedsheets draped with memories. Sequestered in cells of uncomfortable selection, siphoning reason from the well of wisdom, creating the possibilities of everlasting transformation. Struggling with the infinite details of makeshift problems, dropping heavily to knees of grace, afraid to stay and face the ugliness of lying people. Turning rapidly from the mask of unreal derision, crawling through port holes of successive unruly discipline. Rising on clouds of imaginative realms, sitting by a pool of water, watching the reflection of who I am, shimmer and disappear from sight.