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Reflections/Rite of Passage
I am in a world blanketed by déja vu.
A dream of serenity loops over and over,
Spilling over my thoughts during the witching hour of night.
There be a vast space of open sky and shallow water,
Where both light and reflection forever remain in embrace.
The line separating the two lovers is hazy.
I walk the line of the love affair.
The pools are clearer than enlightenment,
And the heavens above me are prouder than a new mother.
However, this land is no place for an afterlife.
This solemn beauty must only be rewarded to the souls
Who strive to live,
Or for those who searching for metaphors to live.
No shadows exist in the land of reflections.
There is no night,
For the only darkness there already lives inside of us.
A perfect mirror in the crystalline water,
Walks with me in my loneliness.
I stare into my mirrored eyes in amusement.
I look back to when life was fluid.
How graceful it was to make mistakes as a child,
And how water was only needed to clean the mess.
How easily emotions could be expressed,
Hot-tempered or a chilling gloom.
My watery reflection is not me,
But what I used to be.
I look up to the sky to see what I have become.
I must shoot for the stars but stay bounded to the Earth.
The neverending cycle of filling lungs,
Stealing back breath.
To be everywhere at once,
And always appear the same.
When did my reflection start staring back?
Which world can I belong to,
When I am the same person in each?
How much can a person change with age?
I have never stopped learning,
We are different, my reflection and I.
But have always changed together,
Parallel to the line between the two horizons.