I am starting to recognize her again.
For too long
she has been a stranger
within my own skin,
a cellmate of sorts.
But today.
Today I looked in the mirror
and for the first time
in what feels like an eternity
I knew her.
I have been looking at her
for 18 years.
But today
I saw her.
We must make acquaintances once more.
She has grown
and withered
and grown again.
She has made it out alive
and I deserve
to be proud of her.
Martin & Don --
Thank you so very much for your insight & kind words. It truly means a lot, especially since I am relatively new to poetry ?
G
Hello Ray!
First off, it is certain that any poem is up for interpretation! so view it as you like ?
As I was writing this, I was more focused on the effect that depression, adolescence, or really any period of change can have upon the way you perceive yourself (sexuality included!). It's a weird feeling, to finally see yourself as not just a person, but a new person... instead of running on autopilot or something!
Thank you so much for taking the time to read and respond to my work, it means a lot!
G
I like this and agree with Martin. An excellent poem.
That third stanza is for me the most potent and powerful lines in the poem. regardless of sexuality sometimes it takes a long time for any of us to recognise ourselves as people.
an excellent poem
Hi Grape. I am curious and would like to ask could there be a dual sexuality identity here ? If so it is beautifully expressed. If not, it still has a sense of questioning which in itself may be a good thing!
Ray
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Mae Foreman
Fri 5th Jul 2019 21:57
Strong piece! I would have never thought it is sexuality related. Growth is a long and painful process. Sometimes when big changes happen rapidly your mind doesn't have time to catch up and till it does you see yourself, your new self or the "transition self" (for lack of a better term) in the mirror and you don't recognize your reflection as yourself. But slowly you get there. It's happened to me. Had nothing to do with sex, but was definitely identity-related!
Thank you?
Mae