Response to Me, Myself and I…or is it? dVerse Meeting the Bar
Sometimes I catch a glimpse of her
In a mirror or shop window,
See traces of the girl she used to be.
Critical of the gained weight,
Disappearing definition,
Laughter lines
And silver threads in her hair.
I try to love her,
Feel her struggle up the stairs,
Fingers numb and tangled,
Unable to remember
What she’s doing there;
Groping in the dark
For names
And words –
It used to be so easy.
Sometimes I catch a glimpse of her,
See traces of the girl
That used to be me.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
writing in north norfolk 
Yes, I can relate to that.
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Ouch. How did you see inside my head?
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🙂
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This is really deep….! Nicely done 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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This chokes me up:
“See traces of the girl
That used to be me.”
Well done.
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I think we sometimes see those images of ourselves in shadows..
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True 😊
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This has a very familiar feeling to it (I think as I contemplate all those fine lines that have etched themselves into my face). But deep inside, we are still who we are.
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I agree with Victoria…deep inside we are the same person. We have to love ourselves as we are.
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We are spirit utilizing a body, it is only the husk, the shell that ages. In the mirror I flash back & forward, catching glimpses of the boy & my grandfather; both inhabit my face.
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I often see my mother and my grandmother looking back at me.
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the girl is always there – we sometimes to forget to love and nourish her
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beautiful, really
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Thank you, Roger 😊
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Roggy from Tumblr 🙂
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I am always amazed when I look into the mirror and see the woman I am today…that girl is inside but now, she looks so very different So many of us relate to this poem….good work!
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Thank you. 😊
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Oh I can relate…especially in the last few years. I am always surprised at photos…ouch. We must hold onto the particles of our youth forever…even if they don’t show up in the mirror. 🙂
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My great Aunt at 94 taught
me the greaTest leSson oF
aLL.. i without a heARt..
SpiRit.. no longer
balancCinG
soUL.. then
@47.. waste
land life from
insane
society..
her spiRit
as Strong as
ever before..
crippled feet
slowly stepping
with walker.. almost
blind with age as well..
but the liGht in her eYes
as young or younger than
ever before.. a sMiLE
that kNew no age
iN
SpiRit..:)
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You should post this!
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SMiLes Kim.. And thanks fot your inspiring poetry.. As a hobby i’ve actually posted a poetic response using every single individual link of every prompt from dVerse over an entire year.. i’m a couple of prompts behind but it doesn’t matter ’cause i don’t link.. But wInks that’s a moot point ’cause i am a traveling blog.. Anyway.. Hehe.. But at any rate.. In the next month or so i will make an unabridged blog novel out of the year effort copied and pasted in my blog daily as is.. Of over 100K words titled GodsUniVerseNovel3.. And this will be the third in around three months of 1 of 3 in a trilogy.. Just for fun.. It would be impossible to print in ink or E-book as YouTube Videos are integral pArt of the art for fun.. Including poetically streaming photos.. Anyway.. thanks for your kind words of appreciation.. It seems.. Some folks think i am crazy for doing this.. ha! A crazy poet.. Like that’s something new.. Winks and Smiles again..;)
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