They all walked on the path that cascades down to a celestial land of light.
I followed them, they looked at me.
Something in their eyes made me feel uncomfortable,
I knew I didn’t fit in.
I walked away to an empty path.
A cold gust of wind sent shivers down my spine.
I looked for light but there was only darkness.
I continued.
Suddenly I could see a light following me but I couldn’t find a source.
I searched but I couldn’t see anything but darkness.
The light followed me.
I stopped looking for the source,
I admired the light.
It shone bright like a cosmic star.
It was never-ending.
I stumbled upon a small pond glistening like a sapphire under the darkness.
Lily pads decorated the pond like a Christmas tree.
I peaked,
I finally saw the light.
It was a reflection: my reflection.
I was the light.
I was like a dog chasing its own tail,
All along I failed to see the light within me.