Pastel shades of bright lights shimmering,
Reflecting on a pool of glass.
An empty vessel, cracked and broken,
Splintered fragments of my past.

White gulls soaring, azure shadows.
Ruffled feathers mottled grey.
Murky waters lapping shorelines,
Am I real or your cliche?

Heavy heart of thumping cadence,
Tears of sorrow stain my cheek.
Strange vibrations leave me hollow,
Deafened by my piercing shriek.

Alone and shivering, seeking solace,
I rise to meet the titian dawn.
Warming rays restore my confidence,
And in its radiance, my soul’s reborn.