Twenty years ago I looked at myself
Through a mirror that told me of my future.
The mirror told me of dark stories,
Misadventures, horrifying odysseys alike.
Yet, no matter what I saw, I saw no illumination.
I absconded from the scene
Of the crime;
The mirror to curse me forever had sealed my fate.
There would be no running, for I, just like Oedipus Rex,
had been accursed by the Fates.
I took the path of indecision: what more could
I do?
A paucity of hope was left
In the dearth of my emotion. Yet, one day,
A cloud appeared differently: an illusion to my eyes.
What originated as rain, transformed into drops of
Growth,
As the life around me polymerized into sunlight.
Whether I had been deceived by greater forces,
Or whether one had heard my calls, the boon was granted.