Spiralling Ripples

Reflecting back at me,
ancient beauty shining,
fragile surface
creating illusions of realism.
The stain of hurt
plastered across
moulding into a face:
Me.
A single handle holding up
mysteries that take place
inside the cracked jade streaks
where souls have been misplaced
Looking through the ripples
my reflection creates
sends me spiralling
towards my fate.