If someone wrote a poem about me,
what would the lines say?
Here is a woman who happens along
every evening. Would they see
the children on my hands,
the dogs in the swing of my arms?
The limp I carry as I drag one foot
just a little bit? The men I have kissed
The lives I turned away from,
the battles I have fought
and sometimes lost?
The lines I’ve earned upon my soul?
The song that hums in my head?
Or would they like me,
just raise a hand in passing
smiling. Not thinking, about yet another
woman who puts one foot in front of the other
and carries on.
You are acknowledged… And those that do not are those who are afraid of your being….
That’s like another poem in itself!! Thanks.
What I love about this poem is it’s seamless transition from the known to the unknown; from the external things we define ourselves by like our families to the internal memories of past actions the lingering affect of which still define us.
It is a beautiful, refreshing poem which seems to sing the song of the holistic human, the cohesive collection of experience one gathers over a lifetime.
Great poem and wonderful writing.
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Darren Syme Coremans (@dscoremans)
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Thank you ever so much for your kind words!