In the Mirror

[Colette]

It has been, again, a long time since i have been around. For a long time I have been in one of those "Colette is just too much" phases. It's been good to catch up a little and to see so many new faces.

Writing now to share a poem I wrote a couple months ago when I had just moved across the country and was still looking for a job. I hope it inspires you.

In the Mirror

My eyes are blue!


Clearly that is obvious to everyone around me,

But not to me.

I have been told throughout my life

And have been looking in the mirror since the beginning.



But I never saw them, or anything else about myself, fully;

Never believed I deserved the life I wanted, completely.



As I walked down the hallway stepping on a few of my children's toys scattered across the carpet

On my way to take a leak just like at any other mundane moment.

I asked of myself,

"Is it possible I will ever really fall in love again?"


Here I am, a man with so little:

A tiny little apartment,

No real assets,

No job,

A so frequently re-broken heart,

And a plethora of oft unshared oddities of thought and action.


What is there to love?


Turning on the light switch,

I saw the same face I have been so acutely acquainted with

These last thirty five years, eleven months, and fifteen days.

And, for a moment,

I saw the same weak, beleaguered, scared, frustrated, vacant eyes

I had always seen before.


But this time something was different.

I could not hate the person looking back at me;

Could not deride this being who so desperately wanted me to honor him;

Could not let him take the abuse any longer.


I told him,

"I forgive you."

I told him,

"You truly did the best you could with what you had."

"I want you to have the life you want."

"You deserve it"


Suddenly those eyes!

Those beautiful, bright, electric blue eyes.

Oh the surprise! They were such a sight.

Never before had I been so affected by the beauty of my own eyes,

Or my own soul.


Have I finally seen myself

As others do who love me?


Have I finally come face to face

With the me who is as human, as vulnerable,

As precious and perfect (YES, perfect!)

As every other human being?


Indeed, yes, for the moment

I have.

And, yes, for the moment

I am already in love.


One day there will be a soul

Who appreciates and knows those eyes just as I have seen them:

So perfectly blue and so bright,

And barely containing the river of light and love

Beneath their vibrant surface.

And I will know what it is again to be in love

With another.


Am I Narcissus

That I would speak of myself in such ways?

My friend, if you would ask this of me,

Let me instead look into your own eyes,

And allow you to see,

That what I see in the mirror,

Is exactly what I see

In you.

[Kay]

Here's looking at you, Blue eyes

Lovely poem, Thanks Colette

Kay

[Roberta-Llyan]

Welcome back Colette. Thank you for sharing your poetry.

Have a beautiful day.

[Virginia]

HI Colette,

Seems to be from the heart!!!! I use to write a bit of poetry as a way to see things from what I would have to call, a different perspective. Yours seems to be that perhaps you have found someone looking back at you that you can accept and love!

Hope you can stay and share with us!

Love,

Virginia