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I Alone Create
by Alison McKenzieLife emerges from times womb,
Stretches and yawns but does not weep
Or cry out.
Evolution progresses in every breath -
A soul enters the gate to dance once more.
I wake each morning to see my reflection
In a mirror that reveals
The reverse of what truly is!
Have I realized it before,
That all these years, the me I encounter
In my reflection
Is not the me as others perceive my self to appear?
My children skip along their trails,
Picking up stones
And splashing in the creek.
Their birthdays marking the passing years
More than my advancing age,
And I prepare myself for their departure
Into their respective independence.
My wrinkles are few and the gray hairs still hide.
Gravity has been kind to me in many ways,
But the weight of the living lessons presses me,
Always forward,
And I often remind myself to breathe.
Being alone is an arduous task,
But I dont sleep in an empty bed -
Books and poetry are my lovers now and
Take up the space where a man once lay.
When I sleep,
I dream of my own choreography
Where I dont need a partner -
My skirt billowing in the breeze
Which I, alone, create.
01/08/2006 Author's Note: Being alone is not so bad. In fact, I might prefer it!
Posted on 01/09/2006
Copyright © 2024 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 01/09/06 at 07:43 AM There is often as much independence in not being led, as in not being driven; but we must be willing to leave the city of our comfort and go into the wilderness of our intuition. Nice write. |
| Posted by James Zealy on 01/09/06 at 04:51 PM You can't be happy with someone else until your totally comfortable in your own skin. sounds like your making progress in all respects. |
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