A Reflection... Looking back from each step of my life, I'm able to see it all.  I can see my family's love.  I can see the beauty inside each of my friends.  Maybe most importantly, I can see myself.  I recognize my changes, my constants; the very traits that define my soul.  I feel the connection I have with each of my loved ones, and with this recognition comes sadness.   Oh, how I miss those who I've strayed from. In this personal reflection, I understand how lucky I am.  I have been given many opportunities.  Not all is great.  I am reminded of an ever - missing link.  Where is the woman I will come to love?
	A Loss for One... i cannot understand. years of feelings, hope, love, forgiveness, patience. the time has come. i carry my feelings she harbors none. my caring embrace, her empty embrace. my loneliness grows, her feelings go unchanged. though i speak of my feelings, she cares not. i look to her, she looks away, never noticing. though i used my map, there is no treasure. my trip holds not her heart, much to my dismay. my journey has been long, the end is ever same. i cannot find the light, im lost yet in this darkness. my search never ends.
						Future Uncertain... I've lost my way. I cannot distinguish the darkness from the light. I cannot understand the growing absence, the absence developing in my core. Though I am losing so much, I don't seem to care. Despite my loss, I must keep myself. For to throw away my core, would be to start again new. For now, I bear this burden; this burden I cannot comprehend. Adaptation is the best I can muster, for my response is so limited. I know not of what the future brings, but I will face it with a tested blade; For all my coming battles, wait anxious for my arrival. My self will stand the trial, and a peace I've only tasted, will come to rest in me.
				The soul searches on, Rounding each  corner for her. Oh, where does she hide?
	The Still of Winter... The cool grasp of autumn gently embraces my heart. It comes slowly, practiced, unstoppable. The loneliness of winter is at hand. The winds, their soft kiss caressing my warm heart. The morning frost gently cutting my hopes short. The fierce sting of the storm's biting gust, slowly robbing me of my only dream of comfort and love. As the snow falls softly unto my naked body, its flakes twinkle for only a moment, turning to water on my skin's touch. With each new flake, each unique and intricate crystal, my body's temperature drops, my lifeblood slows. The snowflakes, alone and so small, only worry the mind. But the flakes are many, overwhelming and cold, piercing and numbing my vulnerable core, stealing that which binds me to humanity so. Day after day, the beautiful cold destroys me. So far away, that sun of spring that might hope to melt my heart.