Self-Reflection

The hardest part of letting go,
Of ones you love, is holding on,
Risking the vulnerability that you show,
But in the end, flowers still remain to grow,
Even in the winter snow...

But the eyes behold as Summer comes,
As the waves ride in and you come undone,
To a reckless hour that has not been written,
Smitten by the rights of the wrongs that have existed.

And down beneith the shoreline sands,
Lies a brilliant man, exiled stans
Waiting to grace the earth with his presence
As he lives amongst the peasants, the cave reveals a plan.

As much as you want to be perfect, you ain't perfect
The funny thing is, would it really be worth it? its worthless...
It's lonely at the peak, no matter how steep the mountain was
The imperfections will prevail, paitience is a virtue said the snail,
From the sounds of seashell, scaling up from deepest pits of hell.

While trecherous waters neglect self reflections,
Reckless slaughters one selfs plan of recollections,
That reflect in the resurrection, of all thats unpleasant,
There, I said it....

Self Reflection