Impressions of J

Impressions of J.—

The fragile glance into my reflection
draws introspective silence.
Inquiring into the depth of my eyes
to envision a calmness beyond
a dark stormy troubled conscience.

Emotions convolute to the surface
as a compilation of my sentiments
yet the eyes are my Mother's
from her I have inherited.

Immersed in self-reflection,
I recollect times of importance
in my youth.
Insights to tomorrows
by the shelter of innocence.

Open to embracing
an unknown influence
of the world beyond the sidewalk
before my childhood home.