i didn't know it then
but youth was quicksilver in time-
i still talk to my young self
who is self-conscious, rebellious
& anxious, as if carrying the world atlas
on empty pockets
in the mirror
my forehead is now furrowed like my dad
my hands are wrinkled like my mom
i am aging into their likeness
though i am also drawing my own portrait
the young girl is still here
curious & resilient with the tides of
work & technology
every day is a day of rising to bloom,
not being a thunderstorm or lightning
in a bottle, but to be
someone who is (still) finding her voice
between her ambitous knuckles & mushy heart,
striving to merge her excel left brain with her artsy right side
with gratitude, she has
made a house to her own liking
in the wall, she writes a note:
your self-worth is not in your inbox
you are where the light rests
against the winter darkness, it is where your children
find you, serene as seagrass
neatly folding laundry at the end of the day
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics - Resolving to Resolve, hosted by Punam.
I have used 2 themes/advice for my post: Your self-worth is not in your inbox.
At the end of each day fold your clothes and put them away, no matter how tired you are.
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I love the way you describe the way you evolve, in part your younger self in part your parents... and I can sympathize with your excel left.... having taught myself a lot with both powerquery and DAX
ReplyDeleteBeautiful write. :)
ReplyDeletelovely write
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderful, Grace. I love how you responded to the prompt!
ReplyDeleteYes, yes, yes... you said it very well. We all emerge as our own being shaped by the past yet carving out our future!
ReplyDeleteAh yes, growing old mimicing the elders but claiming self. Its a process.
ReplyDeleteMuch❤love
'Serene as seagrass'- gorgeous imagery. I feel your calm :)
ReplyDeleteI love this, Grace and it so resonates with me! In my mind too, I am always my young self.
ReplyDeleteThe imagery as always is breathtaking.
Serene is the word I'd use to describe this poem. Resolve to be serene. It's probably enough for anyone.
ReplyDeletebeautiful self-awareness and a flavour of contentment, self-acceptance, shone through with youthfulness re-arising like sap
ReplyDeleteHow lovely, Grace ... you are where the light rests captured my fancy. Completely.
ReplyDeleteI echo Helen's sentiments for that line - you are where the light rests - stood out to me, and as a mom attempting to fold the laundry each night, no matter what, the whole poem resonated too...
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I wonder where my comment disappeared, Grace! I so loved this verse of self- acceptance and those last lines, " you are where....end of the day"! A beautiful write that deeply resonated with me.
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