On occasion I feel very small, of little consequence,
see myself as minuscule and maybe just pretence.
Now and then gigantic, my spirit soars right out,
energised with belief you see, oh how I soar about.
Sometimes I look back into my eyes, wonder who I am,
with vacant gaze and little depth, I’m probably a sham.
Occasionally my eyes look back, talk to me somehow,
I dive in deep to find myself, as at times they will allow.
I’ve really only myself to blame, wary of moving on,
of reaching a place of clarity, where I should belong.
I must choose my pathway, keep myself on track,
being in the moment, focused and not looking back.