Poetry On Odyssey
We often think that we know ourselves,
Better than anyone else does.
Better than they ever can,
Better than they ever will.
We believe that others view us,
In the same way that we view ourselves.
With subtle flaws,
With ample pride.
Yet, it is not until you look in the mirror,
Taking in each beautiful imperfection,
And each scar from memories past,
That you analyze your reflection.
It is not until your toes are in the sand,
Standing before the ocean wide and vast,
Glancing at your soft reflection in the water,
That you come face to face with all that you are.
And, it is not until you are alone,
Lost roaming in your thoughts,
When you find yourself in the purest of solitude,
That you search the depths of your soul.
The soul is where reflection lies,
And finds its humble beginnings,
In the hopes of cultivating all that you aspire to be.