Waves, wind, and whisper of the night,

Chaos of all beings out of sight

Drops of water flying through the breeze,

Feet soaked, thoughts flowing with ease

The ground shifting beneath,

A small terror rising within,

But one deep breath protects me like a sheath,

Still standing, comfortable in my skin

More confident than I’ve ever been

Stars shining above, a grainy canvas setting below,

In between lays my reflection, or is it just a fictitious image

of the person I want to be? What do you see?