I am the fading echo of my mother’s torment,
the strength she could not find.
Wandering lost for many lives,
trapped by the paths of my mind.
Solace found in the water, fed.
The light has found my dreams.
A heavy haze lifted and showed my own eyes
in them, looking back reflecting.
Her torment passed on; now teaching me.
I took the needle from the groove
and summoned the bridge planks to meet my feet.
Now I am running,
still, for me.