Reflection

The image looking back at me
In this reflection of myself
Is showing me

The emptiness I felt inside
Became the womb of my potential
Growing and waiting
For the time to come alive

My history has been told
Those streets are empty now
And all the houses have been sold

With all that I have come to know
At this doorway I stand
On the edge of the dream of all my tomorrows

Happiness is not the feeling
It’s the space within the grieving
It’s the hidden meaning
The heartbeat beneath the dreaming