I caught a glimpse of my reflection –
grey and wet,
wavering in a puddle at my feet.
My limbs are carnival glass extended,
reaching for the edges of my shadow,
hanging from the summit of
Mount Reflection,
Mount Brooding,
Mount Who the Fuck Am I Today?
I’m ankle deep in pine needles.
They scratch little red lines in my skin
and sing little litanies in my therapist’s baritone:
“I feel loved and respected when you…”
“I say I love you when I…”
“I feel loved and respected when you…”
“I say I love you when I…”
I am tip-toe walking around the site of the explosion.
I keep getting the heels of my boots caught in the muck
and it pulls pain like lightning bolts through my calves.
It knocks me to my knees
and I’m face-to-face with my reflection again,
lip singing silently:
“I feel loved and respected when you…”
Listen, listen, listen.
“I say I love you when I…”
Sing, sing, sing.
© Laura A. Lord, 2020
Thank you to MindLoveMisery for the prompt.
This is just wonderful ❤️
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Thank you!
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A bloody great post
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Thank you!
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Unique and communicating!
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Thank you
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Your writing is so powerful, so poignant it just blows me away
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I love you. You always make me feel so good about my work. Thank you for the prompts. I so love challenging myself to use the words you come up with.
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Awww thank you Laura. I love reading your gorgeous poems!
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Just wonderful
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Thank you!
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Excellent. Wading in treacle while trying to look away. You explain feelings familiar to many of us.
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Thank you
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