Self Reflection By Jessica Xu

Self Reflection

Here, the lake overlooks more than the presence
of me; A movement of quiet settles in the rustling

of leaves, settles in abed of grass. I am a body,
displaced. A pause lingering in my wake,

moments at a standstill. Colors, a hollowed
background. Time withdrawn.

Here, I am becoming more: giving body and
being to the hands of the moon, arching

my head towards the eyes of the night.
Feeling everything, re-finding transparency.

I am learning the touch of wind, the curvature
of whispers and lips. Re-imagining myself as

the ripple of water, detached from shadow
and space. Moving, boundlessly. I am both

within and without, heeding to a universe
reduced to nothing more than beauty.

By Jessica Xu


Jessica Xu is 15 years old, and her work can be found in The Apprentice Writer, Eunoia Review, and is upcoming in the Glass Kite Anthology. She has been recognized in the Scholastic Arts and Writing awards, TeenSequins, the William Faulkner Writing Contest, and more.

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