Why does that reflection
In the mirror
Each morning
Still surprise me?
In my mind, I'm still young
And in that body, that
Had I known, I would have enjoyed
Should have embraced
But it's too late
Years of not seeing
Have left me crippled,
And blind, to the
Truth. We are not
What we see.
We hide. Behind the mask
And some are capable,
To still see us.
But I cannot.
Each time I catch a glimpe,
I cringe.
This reality sure doesn't
Match my mind's. I wish
I was still:
The gymnast
The runner
The climber of mountains.
But that's not so.
I am mom.
And I am here.
And for some reason, that
I wish I knew,
I'm really here, because
I have no strength, to go
Elsewhere.
8 comments:
it ends rather sad...i think a mom is the best profession..not without its chalenges, but i hate to imagine where i would be without my mom...
Nice! :)
Header is very beautiful. The profile pic flowers are so pretty. :)
Template is soothing.
Kind of sad she doesn't appreciate her self more. Love, sandie
Oh what a sad poem!
Oh how sad! You are not the things you were...but you are all the things you can become.
Look ahead.
Be something different!
Hugs and hope!
You are beautiful. I know. I've seen you. And of course you're tired. You've been sick beyond measure for months. But you will regain your energy, and you will climb more mountains. For now, give yourself permission to relax, my beautiful friend.
mom is great,
you are awesome mom,
I am mom too!
nice to see you!
We all see ourselves differently from how other people see us, but don't be hard on yourself. Life changes, but you don't become any less special. Treasure what you have and look to a brighter future.
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