Current Mood:
Happy
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Looking through the mirror into the window of my soul
I see a floating being, with stories yet untold
I see a bouncing baby and a woman turning old
I see a heart so full of warmth, yet at times so bitter cold
Looking through the mirror into the window of my being
I see a woman whose lived her life as though she were sightseeing
Who never truly embraced the world with zest of fearless flight
Who carefully lived each day in surity she’d sleep through another night
And awaken to the dawn; weary eyes appearing bright
Reaching into the mirror to grasp a clear vision of myself
I grasped a fleeting spirit, that nearly took my breath
She hauntingly laughed at me; wicked laughter laced with fear
She cursed me as a liar, all was not as it appeared
She said I was like an empty house; no personality of its own
My inhabitants, friends and lovers, often made this house their home
I changed my personality to fit the status quo
My decor changed with each owner, and disappeared once they would go
I could not grasp this entity, although she was so close and clear
Each time I thought I had her, she’d up and disappear
And then someone would magically arive with the gift of identity
So for a time I’d harbor such, and thus it would become me
The mirrored being took a seat, looked me straight into my eyes
She watched me closely in her stare, and straightened her demise
She said, for once be true to self; and you will have a clue
Of the beauty of the spirit and the beauty of what is uniquely you
Do not be afraid to be what you know is deep within your soul
Release the fears of rejection, release the need to gain control
Dance with the fairys in the night, sing lullibys with the moon
Walk in the rain in mornings, sleep till the afternoon
Speak your truths with love and passion; don’t do it just because you’ve heard its right
And you will find the answers to questions that haunt you in the night
But most of all my kindred one; you will find the light
~By Cordieb. ~~~~~
Proving once again that poetry, like song, shoots straight to the heart and soul in an instant.
This is so beautiful! The image of you redecorating for every new soul grabs me deeply. And the idea of sightseeing through your life, how cool.
“I see a bouncing baby and a woman turning old,” so true. Gave me chills. I see the same in myself too.
Thank you so much for sharing yourself in this.
Welcome, Jannie! I believe the nurturing instinct in most woman allows many of us to feel this way at times. We give so much of ourselves, that we often “forget” or “neglect” who we really are. With age comes wisdom, and we finally grasp the lesson, for me, I hope. ..
Peace, Light and Love,
C.
“I could not grasp this entity, although she was so close and clear
Each time I thought I had her, she’d up and disappear
And then someone would magically arive with the gift of identity
So for a time I’d harbor such, and thus it would become me”
How well these words ring to my own ears. You speak to my soul with your thoughts and your words.
Thanks, Duma Key. How have you been doing? Keep the faith! Peace, Light and Love, C.
I rejoiced at the mirror of your soul. Your words were so pictorial and powerful … like the blessing of hearing the dandelion clock in the wind.
Your wonderful blog enabled me to return back to my life the purity of the lullabies. Thus I am proud of my chance to welcome you to ride on a sunbeam together. I would greatly enjoy at our link exchange.
Hello Tomas. “The blessing of hearing the dandelion clock in the wind…” -how poetically beautiful! Your art lifts my spirit in so many ways. I am honored to be part of your link exchange. May God continue to bless you…as you are a blessing to many.
Peace, Light and Love, C.