worn-out clothes

somewhat a poem.

I outfitted my worn-out clothes

Then in the far mirror, I see myself

I look behind the old me

Look past the mask he wears,

Staring…  

 

After what seems like a few seconds,

I finally asked him;

 

“Have I neglected you?”

 

He didn’t answer…

A single tear fell in his left eye

And then I understood…

 

“I am sorry, I let you stay behind

masked for too long

muffled you for quite some time.

We all know society is cruel place to be.

We need to be strong & I needed to be stronger.

It was for our sake.

But then it was just me being a coward

    - afraid to face reality.

 

Now look at us, we’re both crying for the decisions

we made long ago. It was not your fault,

I’m to blame with all of this crap.

I made you do it, I convinced you with my

Fears. And I am truly sorry.”

 

I break down into sobs. He simply hugs me, not saying anything.

Then he fades away.

 

I dried away the tears I shed

And found something, a feeling,

I never knew he gave,

I found forgiveness.

I was able to forgive myself

From the things I did.

To stay past the past mistake,

To face the new, kinda old me…

 

Then I realized;

It is important to forgive yourself

To be able to move forward.

Author's Note

taken from the depths of my mind. Still raw. its still a poem right?


thank you for reading me.

Reviews

[Blood Ink Diary]

And, this poem speaks across spaces - the oscillation between raw and ripe emotions beautifully manifested. Thoroughly relished the sensitive examination of the depth of your mind.

You asked if this is "still a poem" -- let's say your mind is an excellent, that is the best validity, my friend. Cheers Pax.

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A very intimate read, Pax. Forgiveness frees up space in your heart for love and makes you compassionate toward others. thank you for sharing this journey so openly, dear poet :)

[Riss Ryker]

This, to me, was more powerful then you could ever know. To forgive ones self is a healing balm that most are not abe to swallow. How many of us have looked in the mirror to really SEE ourselves? This is definitely a poem that brought tears to my eyes because forgiving yourself is the hardest thing to face.

[Pax]

so true, thank you, I am glad you have felt my words as I poured my heart in this piece.... I am grateful!

[SAYED THANGAL]

any way this poem is an insight and a pointing finger to what we forget some times, well written rhymes
sayed

[Pax]

thank you, Sayed...

[SAYED THANGAL]

Welcome dear

[Brendan McCallum]

Much more wordy than needs be, a poem this length needs lots of meat, I would suggest compacting it, currently it is more a random stream of thought than a poem, I only say this because you asked.... I think it is well worth playing with it....

[Pax]

thank you, Brendan. It is indeed random, that's what makes it raw i think... the feelings just came to me at night time when i was in a deep state of melancholia... that is also why i thought of it as somewhat a poem, I am very glad with your honesty, I so appreciate that... :)

[Brendan McCallum]

Raw is ok if that is your target/intent Pax, still think there is a poem in there ;-) Bren

[Brittany Zedalis]

Very, very true. Forgiving ourselves is really hard to do, but once it's done life gets better. Thanks for posting this.

[Pax]

thank you, my friend, I am glad you can relate to it.. very glad...

[Skai Rain]

One of the hardest things to ever do is to forgive yourself for the things you are not proud of. Thank you for sharing.

[Pax]

thank you, and yes that is true... I am glad you can relate to this piece... I appreciate you reading me.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sometimes it is quite difficult to look ourselves in the mirror and forgive...but often that is the first step back...
i like the conversation...much like robert creeley in this one...
a scolding, but a softness and a forgiveness...
and you say in your bio that you are not a writer? ha! since when?
all evidence to the contrary, when i read your work.

[Pax]

smiling here, thanks mr. J, my friend... I don't call myself a full pledge writer, or a writer, maybe because I prefer to be called an aspiring artist who used various mediums, one of which is words then next is colors...

I don't read much of the old classic poets, this is the first time i've heard about mr. Rober Creeley as I googled him. Its always an honor when my piece to be compared to such inspiring poet. Thank you, my friend... I really appreciate you reading me, very glad :)

[Dipanjan Dutta]

It says that its being drwn from deep within...Really made me think of me and my life, my deeds good or bad and judge them, probably and most assuredly I did that for the first time. Your thought is vivid and this one is a painting of your imagination on an extremely big canvas named Life.

I truly enjoyed it.

[Pax]

wow, I am truly grateful with your reflections upon reading this piece, and found yourself as well... I still have this huge empty canvas that needed color, and still looking, hoping, holding on to something worth doing. Thank you very much, my friend.

[Dipanjan Dutta]

The canvas, we talk about, is huge my friend...and we are all searching for enough color to fill it...let's hope we all will find them someday

[Tinotenda Nyevedzanai]

A beautiful poem that captivates the battle between that of the true self and that of the ideal self, the argumentative and indecisive war of the mind reflected in a mirror is finally won having found sanity, reality, truth and acceptance. Wonderfully written thank you for your words.

[Pax]

"the argumentative and indecisive war of the mind reflected in a mirror is finally won having found sanity, reality, truth and acceptance"

you've said it all, the point and inspiration of this piece. well said, ms. Ally the Cat. I can't thank you enough for reading this, i'm glad you enjoyed this.