The ability to look at things as they are
Without the distraction of a fairy tale romance
No waking dreams, no repressed desires projected onto another
But the beauty of seeing what is, in clarifying light
No delusions of grandeur
Or of running away from the world
But the courage to look into a honest mirror
And accepting who we are
Beautiful, wrinkled, deep feeling
And maybe, finding who we want to be
Romancing the world, is a hollow chase
And reality is a pretty illusion
When the only true romance, is with your own soul!
Brilliant, Anita! Taking the veils off reality so we can see it, and each other, with more clarity. 'When the only true romance, is with your own soul' - what a deep truth this is!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like your writting. I have to read more of your sunshine.