Recent inspiration results in a lot of new poetry. I’m not sharing the majority of it (yet), but I will try to post a few here and there.
Here’s one that I wrote (with a dry erase marker on the bathroom mirror) this morning. It’s unedited and weak, but I don’t plan to revisit it any time soon.
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When I look in the mirror
and hate what I see,
I tell myself lies,
“It ain’t me, it ain’t me!”
If only I were smaller,
that’s likely the key.
Or a tad brighter, a fighter!
A mind deep like the sea.
I’m shallow and surface,
all the world would agree.
I wasn’t special, not close!
Could a dog love its flea?
Rejected, a failure,
this truth I can’t flee.
I was never enough,
I never could be.
From the faults of my person,
I’ll never be free.
So feed god my lament,
and accept what will be.
Thank you for reading,
Victoria Elizabeth
Very poignant, although it has a core of disheartening. You can succeed and you have the discipline.
Regards,
Clifford Mitchem
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