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I hate mirrors
They reflect
What I don't
Want to see
Looking back at me
The man
I was before
Inside the man
I am now
It's hard
To separate
the two
Mirrors
don't lie
But my
perception
does.
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Paul Stewart
Award-Winning Writer, Poet, Scottish-Italian, Subversive.
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Comments (10)
LOL @ “Poem, I guess?” Yes, it’s a poem, and a good point too. We have to accept all versions of ourselves, even those of the past, to like what we see in the mirror.
Great poem, My Mirror lie, I see a gorgeous woman in my Mirror 😂🤣🤣
Oh Paul, this was so emotional and relatable. I wish our appearance can change as our insides do. Sending ypi lots of love and hugs! ❤️🍩🥐
Powerful, succinct and vulnerable. Beautiful poem, Paul. Hope you're ok. x
But they only offer one perspective & you, my friend, are much more complicated than that.
I would have liked to have messaged you this privately, but I can't see a way... An explanation of sorts.... My whole life had been a rabbit hole, and so, as one might expect, I grew an affinity with Alice and her escapades. I started here as a simple Alicia. It seemed fitting. But what I didn’t say and what I hid. Was that a week or so before bumping nose-long into Vocal was that I’ d started a Blog. Celia. An anagram of the infamous Alice. I’ve had many blogs. All of them private. Sacrosanct, A place to be. You see, I have a rather complicated family. There’s a hurt for everyone. And everyone is hurt in their place. So, it’s easier to say what I want to say-As, not me. Under another name- I’m free And I can’t offend anybody. Or say something wrong. With any dire consequence. For now, this is the way I will be. But, just so you know, You inspired me, At least to align the pseudonyms. At least to be one name. If not my own. Thank you for your kindness across the cyber waves.Not knowing me at all, you gave encouragement readliy. And with a generousity of spirit so seldomn seen. Thank you!
My thoughts exactly when I look at myself in the mirror. That's why I don't do that often. Beautifully written, Paul.
This is so heartbreaking and relatable. It’s hard to say goodbye to a version of ourselves that no longer exists sometimes.
Oof. That last line is powerful. I also loved: The man I was before Inside the man I am now *** That's a really clean way of putting that. Great poem, Paul. Poignant. Perhaps powerful. Potentially.
I can really imagine this in the spoken word. It has the gravitas and stark emotion. Is there any way you could video it? Or record, maybe? Regardless, t's really impactful in the written form, especially the ending.