Written tonight, in my creative tunnel…
What if the rain washed away the grey to reveal the colours hiding underneath my skin.
In the dark, stars shine bright; light-years away – showing the way
The sun’s reflection on the broken pieces of my mind reveals a radiant kaleidoscope
And while I am drowning in a dirty puddle, it also allows me to be born again.
Haunted dreams are still followed by anxious days and unshed tears
The woman in the mirror is the only one who knows the truth
I hug myself to keep from falling apart, an internal explosion of emotions
But when the filth and the ugliness are not covering my body anymore
All that’s left is hope and faith and trust that spirits keep watching
Over me.
reflections of an unquiet mind 