The Pressure Of Perfection Poem by Lodigiana Poetess
The Pressure Of Perfection
The pressure of perfection
can be too hard to bear.
Each morning when the light streams in
and ripples through my hair,
it's never golden shimmer that I see glowing there
but lustreless and dry as straw
in need of much repair.
And in the mirror of my soul
reflecting back I see,
a tired, ageing lonely child
I recognise as me.
For deep within a hidden place where secrets are concealed,
perfection struggles to remain,
sad truths become revealed....
Another beautifully written gem Lodigiana. Some mirrors you can kook great in The other mirrors, the cold light of day truth mirrors pull no punches, those are the ones I shatter. Your style of writing and flow has echoes of my favourite poetess, Ella Wheeler Wilcox. 10++ and added to my treasure trinkets collection. Take care Lodigiana and the loved ones around you. Shaun.
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5/7/2024 12:36:48 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Thank you so much Shaun for your really lovely words..I hang my head in shame that I had not read any of Ella Wheeler Wilcox’s works but I have since remedied that and my goodness what a wonderful thing to be reading during these troubled times! Thank you so much for introducing me to her and I could only in my wildest dreams aspire to write in a similar way..but I will keep trying. Stay safe and well my friend and sending you very many virtual hugs! Lodigiana xx