The surface of the giant lake before you
Is so still,
Its reflection—
Colors of the sunset and the trees—
More real
Than sky or forest.
But beneath that perfect mirror
Lies the pain of everyone you've hurt—
Like the mud and algae
The rocks and sunken branches—
And swimming in the darkest depths
Are monsters of your own creation.
Yet the surface still
Remains so perfect.
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