Wracked by my own iniquities
Ripping myself apart with despair
Wondering how I had become so low
I wanted a way out...

I watched my reflections in the water
But so much time passed before I saw it
My way, my hope, my salvation

A light...small...nearly unnoticed...waning
As I watched the new flame try to grow, I wondered
Had this always been there, underneath it all?
A burning desire to do what's right

I worked with that flame and it gained might
And it was as though reality bent to it's will

No longer was I encased in guilt
or completely engrossed by my mistakes

When I focused on the new reflections, my fire burned brighter
Reality bent even further beneath it's increasing light
and I started to notice that I was not so low

Eventually I began to realize...
My reality was no longer bent, it had broken

I do not fear my reflections anymore
But I try to remember how they were
How that single flame is now an all consuming fire
Guiding my future towards brighter paths

~To My Family - Helping me to see past my reflections~

humm... this was more of a reflection than a poem, but sometimes that's true regardless.

i c where you want to go with this, but i would have written it differently...

the statements are of your own awakening, how come you did not write in an ambiguous manner so as to entice thoughts in the readers of how they can relate as well?

Nonetheless, I can see what you tried to do, 'tis noble, but in vain for mui. It's an evolutionary process, developing ones style and all. Maybe one day, we will all swim in the pool of knowledge and comprehend our foolishness.

thats soo good
ur a very gud poet

Thats pretty good, it has symbolism. I wonder, would you ever try to improve it or just leave it how it is?