Through the Looking Glass
It has always been a fear of mine,
To go through life alone.
This long lost island is a sign,
Of an end in ash and bone.
But if I had a choice,
On my journey to the close.
I'd use the power of my voice,
For the gift to look through those.
Those that make life clear,
When everything seems awry.
Those I hold so dear,
Without them I'd surely die.
Although I'm not the best,
At keeping them safe and sound.
It is with them I can attest,
That one day I'll be found.
This poem is about:
Me