I Wanna Be Your Reflection

I still remember when you were just another face,

Just another grain of sand, 

In the desert of my life;

Filled only with barren vegetation, 

And the occasional sandstorm,

That would bring long periods of drought. 

But you ended up being an oasis; 

Your presence wasn’t just refreshing, 

It was validating.

I could see myself in the reflection your spring, 

And feel affirmed;

As if who I was,

How I felt,

And what I wanted,

Was enough.

No matter how many times I wandered the desert, 

Withstanding the horrendous heat of the day,

And the aching cold of the night;

Looking for some sort of savannah, 

I also ended back to the your pond, 

Staring at the picture of myself that I loved so much.

Suddenly I found myself wanting to become more transparent,

Someone who others could see themselves in and feel affirmed,

As crystal clear as your freshwater lake.

But my lake was far too polluted;

Far too salted,

A lake only suited for flesh eating bacteria.