All my lovers were worth it
Even when I cried and tried
To understand why they left
Or stopped being kind
I had them each at their best
And most wonderful as they
Were full of pride and beauty
I was their proven prize
In our closeness I became wise
To their true soul while
Their bitterness grew
For being revealed
I would be discarded as an
Old mirror reflecting
An imperfect vision
They let me leave with relief
Staring in to the mirror now
I am able to see fragments
Of that girl they had won
Able to smile with memories
You have penned my unwritten thoughts. Thank you!
Vermont … a favorite place of mine. I long to return!
Thank you for your kind words.
Vermont is waiting for you.
I find it hard to quantify why exactly I feel so moved reading this poem, the imagery of the mirror and reflections is indeed something I find myself drawn to often when I’m reading.
Yet it is in these lines, “I would be discarded as an/Old mirror reflecting/An imperfect vision” that I feel I empathise most with this poems speaker, the recognition that we are no longer the version of ourselves we were at the start of a relationship, that we are no longer compatible in the way we were…the ultimate separation, accepted rather than grieved. There is something deeply relatable in this poem.
Wonderful writing.
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Darren Syme Coremans (@dscoremans)
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Thank you for your thoughtful response.