It’s not everyday I see the self portrait
of my soul
with its uneven contours and discoloured
patterns
And see here- the jagged stitching across the chest?
That’s scarring from when my heart was ripped out…. then repaired
trampled …… then repaired
and once, simply exploded… but again, repaired
The mind behind my lopsided face is no longer a thousand shards of screaming glass…. but an oasis of calm and poetry
I trace this outline of the inside of me
(that can’t wear makeup – to hide its reality
-or a smile to mask its struggles)
…. and beam with pride
There’s no sign of excellence
-neither is there worldly success
but an abundance of hope – wrapped in resilience
and a celebration of life in a soul
perfectly flawed
© Vivian Zems
Real Toads-Artistic Interpretations – Over Loved and Stuffed with Toril Fisher- image owner
December 24, 2019 at 3:14 pm
… and what I love about poetry ~~ truth telling, digging deep, self-exploration.
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December 24, 2019 at 3:40 pm
Thanks Helen- so true!
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December 26, 2019 at 6:07 am
Self portrait of the soul! Wow! This is such an intriguing write, Viv.
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December 27, 2019 at 11:44 am
Thanks Kerry🙏🏽
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December 26, 2019 at 7:58 pm
I especially love the shining character shining out in your closing lines.
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December 27, 2019 at 11:44 am
Thanks Sherry 🙏🏽
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December 27, 2019 at 3:39 am
Luckily some people don’t have histories of problems in their past, but if you did deep you will find many with sadness and hurt that is difficult to erase. Whether it is sibling or partner escape is the answer so that you can live your own life and and not be bullied.
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December 27, 2019 at 11:43 am
Well said, Robin!😊
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December 27, 2019 at 8:47 pm
Aren’t we all perfectly flawed? Wonderfulwrite,Vivian.
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January 7, 2020 at 10:43 pm
Thanks Sara😊
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