Hall of Mirrors (Photo credit: D1v1d)
You cling to the
ragged coat-tails
of my indecisive elevation
Flapping helpless,
errant clothes on the line
in the midst of a storm
Or a leaf
buoyant but aimless
on the crest of a river’s wave
You see in me
some way to define yourself
You take my seeming surety
as the way to be sure
Not recognising I am ambivalent
at best in being me
but accepting this is all
in the end, that I can be
You would do better
to enquire within
the hollow recesses
and tributaries of your heart
to find the core of you
Not wear your approximation
of me upon your face
like some ill-fitting mask
I am content at best, not happy
Joy is a sensation
foreign to these aging bones
I am resigned and so less anxious
This can pass as desired confidence
but this is by time and not design
Do not mistake my quiet
for a calm that you can reach
by any travels except your own
My path is mine, and grows
ever narrower, seek instead
your own road to find
the place it widens to carry you forth
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
helenvalentina 
Helen this is exceptional one of my favorites! Wow gorgeous
Thank you so much, that means a lot!! 🙂 🙂
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A beautiful poem, I would agree, one of my favourites of yours. These three lines really touched me for their wisdom and the beautiful way that truth is expressed.
Do not mistake my quiet
for a calm that you can reach
by any travels except your own
Thank you so much, that is so kind, really appreciated! 🙂 🙂
This is a remarkable exposition – perceptive, allegorical, stalwart and didactic. Marvellous work Helen.
Thanks so much Mike, that is very kind of you! 🙂 🙂
I enjoyed this very much.
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
Helen, you never cease to wow me with your way with words…
“Not wear your approximation
of me upon your face
like some ill-fitting mask” perfect
Thank you so much, that is very kind of you!! 🙂 🙂