Self-Portrait

If only you could see me,

you would see the years 

outlining my face in faded shades 

of crimson and blue.

If only you could see me,

you would see the river of tears

staining my pale unmade cheek

with lips pressed against this cold world.

If only you could see me,

you would see the scars

growing old beneath my skin –

their lines cut by drunken hands.

If only you could see me,

you would see the weeds

nestled in a field of morning glory

where proud petals wake to salute a new dawn.

If only you could see me,

you would see a mountain

carved of the yellowest stone.

Its ragged crown scattering Tuesday’s cloud.

If only you could see me,

you would see the dark whispering in my ear.

But the dark is no match for my light

born of the fire raging within.

©Brenda Baker ~ Caffeinated Ramblings 2017

 

A poem inspired by an amazing piece of digital art that I discovered on Pinterest. I’m including the link in case you would like to check it out.

 Echo by Alexander Fedosov

On a personal note: When I first started writing poetry a couple of years ago, I wanted to explore as many aspects of human emotion and the human condition as possible. This means that a few of my so called poems may be a little darker than others.

Life can be messy and ever so cruel at times. But it is always beautiful. My hope is to share that messiness, cruelty and beauty within the many limits of my creative expression.

I also strive to illustrate the resilience of the human spirit. It can be dented, bruised and scarred, but never broken. We are so much stronger than we realize. And while time cannot heal all our wounds, it can give us the strength to endure whatever life may throw our way.

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4 Responses

  1. This is amazing, Brenda! I absolutely love it. Could be my very favorite so far ❤️

Your beautiful words always give me reason to smile.

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