I held onto my shadows
They are the ideal self I envision of me, what I long to get closer to.
I see it in the water. It I cannot touch, it remains forever far, forever near.
Such fragile imagery, a breeze is enough to disturb it,
yet I cannot bear losing touch with it.
The strong tides that were once out of my control,
would one day, we all mingle together,
to rid of my anxiety of parting with my shadows?
And I will no longer lose sight of what I want to become.
I'm desperate to stay connected with my reflection - my ideal self - intangible and fragile.