How to interpret this poem. It’s either a narcissist reveling in their sense of self
or a lost soul who’s finally found herself
Finally catching up with the old ‘you’
-rushing into each others’ arms
-hugging and whooping for joy
Her- peering into your eyes, fearing the loss of innocence
You-adoring all of her- warts and all
Both of you- leaning into each other
-secure in the knowledge of being ‘enough’
How’s that for finding yourself?
Groovy! Ain’t it?
Real Toads-Just one word: Groovy!