POEM – MIRRORS
It is too easy to peek back through the closed curtains.
Wanting to count the waterfall’s drops in submergence.
Trying to make sense of the patterns left on the river bed loosely flung.
It’s shouting out you can taste it on the tip of your tongue.
Maybe you opened the floodgate.
Or you were placed in front of your fate.
Either way now is the time to let go.
Needing to swim in past waters is a no.
Now you move forward using a mirror to look back.
That way you drive forward but are able to see your past whilst you stay on track.