the pond is stillnot a sound to be heardthe wind blows calmlya gentle ripple in the waterslowly cascades outwarda girl sits by the pondhead bowedwrists gashedflames of anguish dance in her eyesthen slowly, those flamesbecome flames of passionof triumphshe is reminiscing joyforgetting her sorrowaccepting her tribulationsshe has learned about confidenceperseveranceshe looks into the pondand sees in the reflectiona smiling facea heart has been scarredthen healedafter losing herselfshe has found herself