Maybe...

I stand before a mirror 
and let my silk robe fall
to the floor...

 

What do I see?

 

My fingertips trace
the lines of my face
and I see azure blues
that sparkle...

 

Tracing...

 

Stopping on the 
scars I remove
my finger and 
stare at the supple
breasts that have 
been marked forever

Crying...

 

I continue looking
at this reflection
staring back at me
and I see that there
is beauty...

Again...

 

Softness touches
my waist and as my
hands come together
over the flatness of my
belly I see...

 

the beauty that love brings...

 

I fall to my knees
and my lips meet
the coolness of the

reflection looking back at me

I see that she is me
and finally I remember
that I love her

 

maybe another's hands
and eyes and lips

will love her too.

 

 

Reviews

[Nicholas Hallows]

Wow this is a very personal poem. It reminds me of a poem I read by Carol Ann Duffy, which is no bad thing. Love does bring beauty. I have been beginning to realise the things in myself I see as flaws are what makes me perfect to another's eyes. NH

[Titus McGuire]

Very well written poem. It is important to love one's self before you can truly love or be loved, and I feel the last two verses of this piece reflect that.

'I see that she is me
and finally I remember
that I love her

maybe another's hands
and eyes and lips
will love her too.'

Once we come to the realization that we love ourselves and are worthy of this love, we can allow ourselves to be loved by others. This is just what I gathered from the piece...anyways, it was a good read.

[Judy M Cox-Rouse]

How could one not love her? The writing in this is remarkable as I have said many countless times and truly mean so. Your descriptive lines makes a vision in my mind so clearly I can see myself in that mirror. I can see my sister in that mirror. I shed a tear and can see it fall to the floor with a splash.
Truly a gift indeed.

[Courtney]

wow. i'm almost speechless. you are not afraid to write in uneven stanzas, first of all, which is something i have always wanted to do...but just can't seem to. sometimes they say a lot more than the uniform poem, such as this one. not only that, but it's powerful, and your words are perfectly chosen. i'm seriously impressed!

[T.B. Odin]

Wow is right. Very personal and powerful. To show ones scars so openly is a brave wonder. The write stimulates the imagination with many questions. Is she pregnant and scared? Has she recently giving birth and relinquished the child to better hands? Or is she realizing the scars have created something equally as beautiful as they are marring? A fantastic poem creates such trivial things and images. Fantastical.....

[DiamondNRough AKA Patty..]

Beautiful!

[Dave "Doc" Rogers]

Interesting write. I see the introspection and pain, the 'scars,' then the looking further at what beauty is there. There is a longing for acceptance. It is a personal statement of suffering and longing. Nicely emotive and pensive.

Cheers!
Doc.

[Kim Kruger]

Sm, the introspection and forgiveness is poignantly evident and glows with warm light where there once was shadow. Very touching.

[James K. Blaylock]

Wow, this is so very deep. Many of us have such hidden issues within ourselves, be it body, spirit or mind. It's always nice to break through the facade of unhappiness.

jkb

[Stan]

You know, just about every time I get out of the shower and dry off, I stop and look in the mirror and end up flexing and nodding with a smirk on my face.

[Joseph - Michael]

That was quite impressive on expressing the emotional while facing the mirrior like that. It kind of reminded me of the old saying about facing your worst enemy; Yourself, you know?

Other than that, it's all good here...