The man over there
looks upset again today
I know I should help him...
but I don't know what to say.
I cant seem to look past him
as he grimaces and crys.
So I reach out to him not wanting
to stand and witness his demise.
Quick and deliberate I lift my arm
to place on his shoulder.
Swiftly I watch his limb dart out
mechanically like a soldier.
I'm somewhat calm now...
as I realize the man I see is me.
I must stop judging myself in the mirror
if I am ever going to truly see.
The answer came like a shot!
I knew how to help this sad man,
by reaching out to embrace him...
the puzzles solved and now I know, I can!
(September 28th 2007)
Boy you just wrote a poem about me...I think there are a lot of us that feel that way at some point...I know I have the worst time judging and accepting myself... Well done from the heart...thanks for sharing: O)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm so glad I found this poem Shelley, I'm sure many can relate to this and at times I too look in that mirrow and wonder. Another treasure of yours my dear, I'm having a blast this evening. Melvina