Mirroring for my bridal song.
Opaque reflecting.

Confine my white, blue and yellow or
Yuzu fruit underwater.
The slice of life's parrot.
They sing
The flight, they might be
Waiting at the traffic light.
Narratives speaking out of features.
Features of the strange signature of a left hand.
Explaining is the evermore expectation.

Even when a movie plays
It is not just watched anymore.
The evermore explanation.
Left hand shaking striving in time to help the right.
As it always has been.
Perhaps it had not been seen.

Looking at straight lines like shoots.
The sunshine of restart
Falling slowly.
Tiny windows through a
Favourite scene when the weather is weary
Like watching a movie.

At least we know now
What we did not know then.

You don't need to run  
You don't need to prove anything
to anyone...
Remember!
It's not a race
so you don't have to keep up
with the pace...
Take a  step at a time
even if you are in your prime...
just like a toddler
or a mountain climber
Progress is all you need
No matter how small
no matter if you crawl
or even if you fall
as long as you rise
Remember!
You will always get the prize...

You taught me how to grow.
Your battles are carved into my blood vessels,
And I will carry them with me,

As reminders of patience and faith.