through the looking glass

so small and

insignificant

for all to see and

for all to

read

the heart and soul

of one without

it comes in flashes

as memory

as dream

as reflection

to flow and feel

to yearn and

heal

is it all a dream

or am i only

imagining

peace is chaotic

and perhaps

unattainable

lost in it’s own

insignificance

these are but words

to live by

open my eyes and

see i’m no longer

in the same place

i once was

open my eyes and

see i’m no longer

in the place i

wanted to be

open my eyes and

for the first time

realize that life

is more than floating

is more than being

is more than me