Inside Out

Once again I’m hosting at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie for Saturday’s Mix.  The challenge today was to write about watching someone whether known or secretly.

Looking at myself
from the outside in:
crow’s feet at the eyes
from squinting beneath
the garden’s sunshine;
untamed blond hair,
baby fine and natural;
blue eyes with wisdom
hard learned from mistakes;
wrinkles line the mouth–
smile or scowl lines?
Overall not the face of
fifty years of life.
Success in career
Fiercely independent
Happily on my own
Walking to my own beat

Looking at myself
from the inside out:
a bruised heart from
those that shouldn’t hurt
simply won’t heal;
exhaustion from working–
doing the same thing
over and over again
the cycle of life drudgery;
the aches of arthritis persist
no matter how much
ignored and denied;
wisdom and love seem
trapped within insecurity
of teenage longing for more.
Going through the motions
Hating to ask for help
Isolated from family
Wanting to run away

Why oh why can’t a
woman judge herself
from someone else’s shoes?

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Listening

For this week’s Quadrille at d’Verse Poets, we are to include the word sound.  I’m also sharing for the photo prompt at Mindlovesmisery’s Menagerie, although it is an old photo of mine.

Late at night
lying in bed
alone–waiting–
wishing we were
together again.
I strain to hear
the slightest sound,
a hint of presence:
your light breath
reaching across
the vast void to
caress my cheek,
if only to say
you still love me.