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Mirrors and Fog
beneath the waves
of puddled tears
hides insecurities
in obscure mirrors
introverted fears
doubts she's had for years
"where does she go?"
when she disappears
unplug
to inspect
from the world
disconnect
vanishing in the hazy
fog of cognition
fine tuning vision
like an optician
she searches self
with a manifying glass
trying desperately not to relive
mistakes of the past
foraging fearful forests
tangled in a thicket of thought
running from what she's chasing
has only come to naught
seeking understanding
has only left her distraught
so she paces the quiet regions
of her mentality
settling in the sacred grounds
of soul's centrality
until happy and sad
merge into balance
in the mirrors and fog
fear is no longer a challenge
all that she learned
she purge upon the pages
lyrical words of a songbird
broken free of life's cages
of puddled tears
hides insecurities
in obscure mirrors
introverted fears
doubts she's had for years
"where does she go?"
when she disappears
unplug
to inspect
from the world
disconnect
vanishing in the hazy
fog of cognition
fine tuning vision
like an optician
she searches self
with a manifying glass
trying desperately not to relive
mistakes of the past
foraging fearful forests
tangled in a thicket of thought
running from what she's chasing
has only come to naught
seeking understanding
has only left her distraught
so she paces the quiet regions
of her mentality
settling in the sacred grounds
of soul's centrality
until happy and sad
merge into balance
in the mirrors and fog
fear is no longer a challenge
all that she learned
she purge upon the pages
lyrical words of a songbird
broken free of life's cages
Published 21st Mar 2014
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22nd Mar 2014 1:32pm
my humbled thanks Vee,always appreciate your wonderful feedback...im glad you enjoyed and were able to see what wasn't written -hugs
22nd Mar 2014 9:27pm
PD This right her ..... this write here....
Is Masterpiece!
You have a deep flowing soul....
I stand in MUCH admiration OF YOU
XOXO
Fire
Is Masterpiece!
You have a deep flowing soul....
I stand in MUCH admiration OF YOU
XOXO
Fire
24th Mar 2014 1:09pm
Wow I'm moved and deeply humbled by your lovely comment Fire!! Coming from a writer of your calibre i take it as a huge compliment..thank you :)
24th Mar 2014 1:37am
Meta-cognition means you can re-write your own maps once you step back far enough to see them. But damn, it's a hard place for most to follow.
beneath the waves
of puddled tears
hides insecurities
in obscure mirrors
introverted fears
doubts she's had for years
"where does she go?"
when she disappears
You always have a mountain of appreciation for the finer points of everything, a million stacked smiles to taste. That's living life right, that's strength. A colorful secret garden. If most women were like you, there wouldn't be such a thing as divorce.
But behind the strength?
"where does she go?"
when she disappears
We create ourselves. You must be a good mother to your inner child if you even tendered and nurtured the living traits others would neglect. To disappear after an errant thought, especially a dark-seeded one... to chase it down, not get rabbit-holed into a pit of despair, but to root it out and stare it down? That means honoring that insecurity or fear or mistake. Enough to honor who you were in the moment it happened.
But we almost never let anyone see us when it's repair time. You're a Queen of a million shining facets. I'm glad you have endless fields to work out the hidden flawed ones.
Courageous write, mon cheri!
beneath the waves
of puddled tears
hides insecurities
in obscure mirrors
introverted fears
doubts she's had for years
"where does she go?"
when she disappears
You always have a mountain of appreciation for the finer points of everything, a million stacked smiles to taste. That's living life right, that's strength. A colorful secret garden. If most women were like you, there wouldn't be such a thing as divorce.
But behind the strength?
"where does she go?"
when she disappears
We create ourselves. You must be a good mother to your inner child if you even tendered and nurtured the living traits others would neglect. To disappear after an errant thought, especially a dark-seeded one... to chase it down, not get rabbit-holed into a pit of despair, but to root it out and stare it down? That means honoring that insecurity or fear or mistake. Enough to honor who you were in the moment it happened.
But we almost never let anyone see us when it's repair time. You're a Queen of a million shining facets. I'm glad you have endless fields to work out the hidden flawed ones.
Courageous write, mon cheri!
24th Mar 2014 3:06pm
Wow what a beautifully insightful and thoughtful comment Loki :) So intune with my line of thinking its almost eerie lol ..."we create ourselves" now i just may have to borrow that one :) no words could express how deeply this resonates nor my appreciation for the lovely feedback!!thanks for reading and for the smile :)
24th Mar 2014 3:09pm
This line is sooo strong here! Enjoyed the whole piece...but this sent chills through me!
"so she paces the quiet regions
of her mentality
settling in the sacred grounds
of soul's centrality
until happy and sad
merge into balance "
"so she paces the quiet regions
of her mentality
settling in the sacred grounds
of soul's centrality
until happy and sad
merge into balance "
