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.