Wednesday, June 12, 2013

In The Mirror

In the mirror I see the image of my mother
At times it is an extreme bother
At others, I realize
Moving on is what’s wise
Why ponder the past
Stop beating myself up at last
For fifty years pleasing you
Has kept from doing things I want to do
You are my kids, my work, my friend
The list, it has no end
I don’t want to please you any longer
Pleasing me is a need much stronger
I sleep with me
In the mirror, it’s me I see
Rejections, reflections,
Ideas and perceptions
Yours no longer take precedent
Time with me alone is well spent
I am leaving to somewhere new

By myself, with no you