Wavering Water Posted on March 29, 2017February 21, 2021 by MoveOverOptimist Posted in poetryTagged anxiety, depression, future, life, past, poem, poetry, ptsd, trauma Like a reflection In wavering water– The image is clear, But incomplete. Like a dark storm cloud In the sky– The past streaks Bright images and Thunderous pieces Of a distant, lonely world. Like a vessel off-course– I strain to see the future. I grope around in the dark Trying to find the lighthouse That leads me to a brighter Tomorrow. The fog– Thick and heavy– Confuses my course. Will this map Lead me to my treasure? Or will the ghosts Of pirates Haunt my future? Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related