Poem

Echoes and Reflections

 

There are echoes drifting softly through my mind,

Footsteps from roads I thought I’d left behind.

They rise like murmurs carried on the air,

Reminding me of all I’ve placed back there.

 

Some come as warmth, like sunlight on my skin,

A gentle nod to everywhere I’ve been.

Reflections shaped in moments lost to years,

Still shining through the laughter and the tears.

 

Others roll in like thunder from afar,

A low reminder of the things that scar.

Not here to haunt, but simply to reveal,

The hidden truths that time forgot to heal.

 

They ripple through me like a restless stream,

Stirring the calm, awakening the dream.

A mirror held to all I’ve lived and learned,

To every bridge I crossed and those I burned.

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And in those echoes, I can hear my name,

Not shouted loud but steady all the same.

A voice that says I’m more than where I’ve stood,

A sum of every shadow turned to good.

 

So let them rise, these fragments of my past,

For they’re the roots that hold me firm and fast.

Reflections not of weakness, but of grace,

A map of how I came to know my place.

 

And as they settle, quiet in their tone,

They show the man I’ve grown into alone.

A life rebuilt through memory’s gentle call,

An echoed truth that still outshines it all.