by Carla O., 13
Oh, I see the sun within the tunnel
My pain hasn’t come as large as yours
And yet my simple problem seems like the world to me
Lost with the snow of this garden’s light
I see how many people have stared at me from the moon
I hear the voice of redemption and I call back
I can see the heavenly reflection, but as I peer at you, I seem to leave myself behind
So is it okay if I look at you through this mirror’s reflection?
Although I see the sun in the tunnel
I wanted to leave myself behind
And I can’t find myself as I look at you.
Bridge Ink 