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Looking into the mirror,
I wonder how the glass
can warp itself into new and unusual
shapes? Or is it my body,
left to fend for itself
in front of my eyes that judge,
reflected back at me? I no longer know.
Looking at myself,
tracing my finger along the curves
of my skin that holds me
in an eternal embrace,
I try to pinpoint the moment
where I began to hate myself.
In talks with my therapist,
I’ve been trying to find out
when that moment was,
who took my joy from me
and left me with this loathing?
At night, I like to imagine a shadow
creeping into my bedroom,
slithering like oil along my skin
and taking everything, I love about myself
until I am left with the dregs
that deserve my hate.
When I wake and I look in the mirror,
I can see only the things I dislike
about myself. As I am choosing
what I dislike the most that day,
a flash goes off in my eyes.
In the brilliance of that light,
I’m able to travel back in time
to the moment where I didn’t care,
where what I looked like didn’t matter,
what did matter was being myself,
holding onto the sense of who I was
and just existing. I blink my eyes,
seeing the child that I was, his smile
still showing along my own mouth that
frowns at me as my eyes find me lacking.
I reach into my skin, digging my fingers
underneath the first layer, pulling it away slowly
so that this veneer of what
I think I’m supposed to look like
can be shed like a snakeskin.
When its done, I look at this pile of skin,
wondering what it means.
I do not look like anyone else, I’m perfect
in my way. Every line or perceived imperfection
upon that layer of skin tells a tale,
a story that unfolds itself
along my body. I hold the layer of snakeskin
out to the wind in hopes that it
will take it away from me.
I look at the new later that is growing
on my face, fresh and pink and I make
a promise to myself; I will love myself
as I am and stop wishing for something different.
I know that this will take time,
but I can feel the seed of light
growing within me. Looking into the mirror,
I can see the light in my eyes and I take
another look to see what
the light can see.
My new book of poems is available now!
Here’s a bit about the book:
The poems written in this collection were written during the first two years of the covid pandemic.
They contain a range of emotions including confusion, anger, pain and upset, yet they also contain light, love, hope and laughter. Life during the covid pandemic has been about finding balance, despite the imbalance of the world.
Go on a journey and discover how hope and love can conquer even the darkest of times. Sometimes, even when we’re alone, we’re stronger together.
During the pandemic, and especially during the lockdowns, my words gave me somewhere to go. I wrote three novels and two novellas’ during the pandemic so far and I also wrote short stories and flash fiction and poems. My words gave me solace when it seemed bleak and it’s my hope that Covidly Speaking will provide you with solace and comfort.
I love poetry for its simplicity. It’s a deep dive into whatever I’m feeling at the moment. Writing a poem is like writing a memoir. It’s me on the page without the benefit of a fiction smokescreen. I love that I can work through issues I may be having and during the pandemic, I’ve had a lot of issues. Thankfully, I’ve also had a lot of people that have looked out for me.
These poems were a way for me to find solace during the tumultuous waves of emotions that the pandemic brought to all of us. They were a way for me to make sense of a world that no longer seemed possible.
Covidly Speaking is available in eBook from Amazon. This will be a staggered release. It will be available in paperback and other eBook formats coming soon.
You can get Covidly Speaking in ebook from Amazon HERE. You can also get it from Kobo HERE.
I hope this Covidly Speaking brings you solace and fills your world with a bit more light than it had before.
Surprise!
Coming soon, my new collection of poems! It’s titled Covidly Speaking. Here’s a bit about the book:
The poems written in this collection were written during the first two years of the covid pandemic.
They contain a range of emotions including confusion, anger, pain and upset, yet they also contain light, love, hope and laughter. Life during the covid pandemic has been about finding balance, despite the imbalance of the world.
Go on a journey and discover how hope and love can conquer even the darkest of times. Sometimes, even when we’re alone, we’re stronger together.
I’m so excited for this release. It will be the first collection of new poems in two years. The poems contained in Covidly Speaking brought me solace and joy when there has been so much darkness in the world. It’s my hope that the poems do the same for you.
This will be a staggered release. I’m releasing it in ebook first and then in paperback format. Stay tuned for news about when the book is available!
There are worlds
we have discovered together,
travelling to distant lands
full of unknown terrains,
our hands joined
and our hearts as one.
There are also worlds contained
within me now that are brighter
than they were before,
all because of the love
that you have given me.
I wanted to give you some way
in which I could show you
how your love has changed me
and how it has formed new roads,
new pathways within my body.
Standing before you,
I’ve opened myself up like a book,
pulled back the covers of my skin
so that you can see the pages
that I’ve been able to write upon.
You can see where the dark forest,
which took up so much of me before,
has made more room for areas
that are bright with new growth and hope.
My light from within is shining
down upon the water and grass
that has taken root there.
If you look beyond the mountains,
you can see the worlds
that come from my imagination,
full of stardust and magic,
waiting to be discovered.
Just as you’ve changed the world around me,
you have also shaped the world
that I carry within.
Every time you tell me that you love me,
my internal world grows a little bigger
and the worlds
that we can discover together
become endless.
I’ve been trying to make sense
of a world that no longer speaks
a language that I understand.
All around me,
there seems to be nothing
but chaos and havoc,
mayhem and unsettled hearts.
Even as I look at the world
and try to understand
what it is that I am seeing,
it changes again and becomes
even more full of hate
than it was before.
It’s as if I am looking at everything
through a looking glass.
I can see my reality shift and move,
never staying still.
What is happening in the world right now
is abuse. There is no other word for it.
I have chosen to believe
we will heal ourselves after this,
that we will come through the waterfall
into a world that is recognizable
and washed anew from the water.
I dream of freedom, yes,
but not the kind that they want.
I long for the day when I will crawl
out from under the weight,
standing despite the emotions
that want to pull me under the surface,
but I wonder what I will have to let go of
in order to do so.