reflections [ depressed ] sighing by the river, she dangles her legs in the glistening pool which practically begs for someone to disturb its tranquil doze. reflections in the pool like windows into another person's soul. one fleck shaded green and one blue, the next shimmering a brilliant true red which is almost crimson, she splashes the water so that her teardrops crash silently with the others. the sun setting behind the trees bordering the pool casts shadows over her drooping head. even though the darkening sky pleads with her to leave, she takes no heed and remains on the rock. overhanging the once more tranquil pool, she gazes at the reflection of the cruelly shaped trees in the dim light of the moon. all she can see in her mind is how soon her world will collapse. the rising sun finds her sleeping on the grass, and yet still she is as fragile as glass or porcelain. she wakes to find her angel crying and minutes later her parents sighing with the relief of finding her. if only she could wake from her world which is still shattering even as she holds it together, missing nothing of the painful shards slicing her pure white hands and the crimson blood matching the pansies reflected in the pool. back | natasha walton | best viewed in 1024x768