• Obsidian Reflection

    I look into the water
    Not a ripple to distort
    that fragile image of
    someone I can't name.

    The years have gone by,
    blackened like the ashes
    that are left of my soul
    where the flame has long been out;

    and I think to myself,
    "Who could this be,
    staring back at me?
    For it is surely not myself,
    this reflection that I see.

    I've hurt so many tender hearts,
    turned them all to stone
    reduced so many living souls
    to nothing more than ghosts,
    cold and alone.

    Another chance, that's all that I'm asking
    to start this life over;
    begin again at last,
    for this water reflects not myself
    but those I stepped on in my past."