Ale A A Poet Quatrain

Stranger

Realizing that doors are harder to close than to open
   That the reflection in the mirror is unrecognizable
      Same lips, heart shaped, slightly fuller top lips
         Left eye with the number five staring me down

         But I loath her and her flaws, such weakness
       Not aligned with my strength and confidence
     I recognize the words from those lips 
plagiarizing my thoughts 
 
And I resent this less than chick 
   her overbearing pain an unavoidable force
     rushing in like a tsunami
       uncontrolled and destructive

       All that I was eluded her
    Determination gone...Diminishing my accomplishments 
  with her inability to overcome to let go and rise above
Unable to...unable to...?

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Pace Ink-U-Script May 6, 2013 at 4:47 AM Intense emotions displayed here...beautiful flow of your powerful ink. I'm sure everything will get better in time. In fact it will get better. Sometimes we have to accept "change in the seasons."

Anne-Lise Andresen May 5, 2013 at 7:23 AM - Abigale, a deep and very well written poem. - I wish you a lovely Sunday. - oxox / / Anne-Lise :)

Ndaba Sibanda May 5, 2013 at 1:31 AM Thought-provoking piece. Well-written. It is right to write...

Karen Anglesey April 29, 2013 at 5:07 PM Very vivd expression of the image n the mirror. I like the way you express the variety of conflict and disappointment you feel at this image. Very revealing

Juli- Michelle April 29, 2013 at 10:28 AM This is very deep, yet on the surface I feel as if I know exactly how you are feeling. It will get better. I love this, you are very talented :) and your avatar is beautiful!!

Eileen Manassian April 28, 2013 at 9:37 PM Abigale...I felt your heart through these words. I can sense that you are a woman of strength. These feelings if inadequacy come and go...I should know. I ride this roller coaster often. In the end....your true beauty and inner strength will answer the question for you. The answer will delight you! Hugs!

Poet Destroyer A April 28, 2013 at 7:08 PM and yes it is a poem about hope... how i will not let go... always~ Linda

Poet Destroyer A April 28, 2013 at 6:34 PM I am going to read your quatrain, Abigale. i kind of pictured watching myself through the rhythm of your words. I kind of wanted to brake the mirror of my imagination. There is a beautiful song in all of us. it will rise once we see pass all the restrictions in front of us... excellent...PD