Some days I am the frozen lake
Peaceful amidst strong hills
Some days I am the petulant sun
Determined to go where I will.
The other day, I was the laden cloud
Shattered by epiphany
My brooding greys split black and white
My single sharded to many.
Today I am the jagged edges
of shorelines uncertain and sharp
Pulling away from towering pledges
Shadowed from the bright-lit heart.
I wonder if the lake I was
Runs, still, beneath the crust
If courage is not the water’s edge
Meeting what shores it must.