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

You decide.


Picture this:

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?


©Vivian Zems

Real Toads-Just one word: Groovy!