In the Mirror

When once again into this life

comes someone

who leads us into ourselves

and exposes the truth we shun,

 

We have a tendency to run

And hide, fearing we

Aren’t good enough and deserve the mockery

We know will come at our expense.

 

Until we dispense

With these inaccurately perceived notions

And learn to see the loveliness within

We lose out on so many sweet emotions.

 

So don’t be afraid; you need to see the picture clearer

When next someone shows you the beauty in the mirror.

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Ouroboros

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This is where I exist:

An endless loop

Returning to itself,

Going forward,

Going back,

Swallowing my tail,

Eternal heaven and hell,

Never any slack,

Pushing toward

an abyssal shelf,

no chance to recoup,

simply subsist.

Find me

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Find me lying
Lying under the snow.
A wishfully-thought peace
Of mind,
Don’t mind
How I go
But I would rather
Foxtrot
Quick! Quick! Quick!
From life, not slow,
For little me
Who never learned to dance
For frightened me
Who never took the chance
For ugly me
Who ne’er accepted love
For stubborn me
Who wouldn’t change enough.
For all my loves
Whose love is just a loss
And finds me lying,
Lying under the snow
Stained dark throughout
And so whiteout
I go
With just one wish:
That I had the gumption
Daring, or even the snow
To accomplish
This.

Your Something Means Something

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I see you there
Blue eyes
Pink hair
Peaches’n’cream complexion
And looking like
Butter wouldn’t melt
Whilst I know
Beneath your
Picturesque perfection
Whirls a storm
Of wondering.
Wandering, adrift;
Mapless, or sometimes
Without signpost
And the gut instinct
That maybe
You’ve gotten lost.
Out it pours –
The many-pathwayed
Multi-layered
Kelidoscope-splintered
Rush of thought,
Falling into words
In desperate bid to make
Sense
Of anything.
Of being.
Of being HERE.
Of being here and who and how
You are, and why
You make a difference.
Which you do.
Unbeknownst
For as you wander
(And wonder)
You leave a little trail
A smattering of breadcrumbs
A trail of glittering lamps
Within the gloom
Of unknowing
And gradually
With each brave step
You show a way
Of being
Something,
Because your Something
Means something
To someone.
Each day
You’re leaving
Footprints
For others
To consider
Following.
Very few people (well, maybe more people than I think, in fact) tend to inspire poetry from me as instantly as this poem happened, but it happened anyway, in response to something my friend Rachel E. Bledsoe, of Misfits of a Mountain Mama, said.