the reflection
in the mirror
though
very clear
is not
the reflection
a wild woman
holds most dear.
without,
she may be aging,
slowing, sagging,
wilting, flagging.
within,
she is a
Sky Traveler,
soaring
as high
as high
can be.
she is a beach walker
striding joyously
to the rhythm
of the sea,
if only
in her heart
and memory.
pigeon-holed,
her aging
outer status
may chafe,
but
within,
she attunes
to the Wisdom Keepers,
who hold all insight
safe.
it is the clinging
to her essence
that relieves,
the inner image,
not outer reflection,
that she believes.
Kim's prompt at Poets United's Wonder Wednesday is: Reflection
Wild Woman has to keep it in perspective, when she looks in the mirror :-)
