Reflection

I went home and looked into the mirror of past.
In the reflection, there stood the remnants of a storm long passed.
The love was swept away by a tidal wave of disbelief . 
On the shore , there was a littering of plastic smiles and broken hearts
Stormy waters were dirty with falsehood of ego and brewing emotions.
Like a sailor saving his crew from disaster, did I swerve and navigate the treacherous sea.
Only to find the home I knew never changed . 

Betty Riaz