The Giving Cause: This Is Me . . . Right?

This is me . . . Right?
I know me. I love me.
Everything about me is
different from anyone else.
My curves. My voice. The softer
and jigglier space that is
my middle. My hair. My eyes.
I know me. I love me.
It’s what I keep telling myself.
I have to do this.
I have to remind myself of
the goodness of me.
But I flit–fall into
the echos of my younger self,
lassoed by a time when I
was smaller, more headstrong,
and confident.
I try to push myself
through the present–try to
shift my mind to this
here and now, yet . . .
the past is a mistress.
She keeps calling me, you see.
I am weak for her.
She knows.
I look at NOW me–I
have doubts. I long to
embrace the woman who
smiles back at me in
the mirror–to make peace
with her.
I have to. I should.
If I don’t, what will
happen to me?
This is me . . . Right?
I know me. I love me.
I’ll keep telling myself
who I am . . . who we are . . .
And one day, the mistress
of a PAST me will
grow silent.
Thank you to Kathy Garland for allowing me to gift a poem to you. Writing this spoke to me in many ways.
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Does not everyone? I remember I just had arrived at my fiftieth; the plan had been to go out for my birthday in downtown Sydney, to those restaurants I used to frequent when I still was part of the hip crowd. In those days space was plenty and cueing was not necessary. Well, as I discovered, time had moved on and I had obviously had been left behind by the trends.
The restaurants had modernised or fallen out of favour, presenting now dismal shadows of their former self. After we had been finally let into those spruced up venues, I felt completely out of place, my wardrobe was out of date and my hairstyle was observed with obvious pity by the smart waiters. Yes, I had arrived at middle age and I made the sensible move to the country.
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I truly believe this poem is quite relatable to us all; you’re correct. Thank you for reading, and sharing your experience.
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This is a reality that would dawn and haunt most of us eventually – makes me smile and check in how I am doing :)) trE as always you bring it alive in poetry very beautifully!
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Thank you, Pragal. Thank you! I’m glad you connected with this one!
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Reblogged this on Navigating the Change.
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Lord have mercy, Tre!!! I sure as hell hope so!!! It’s hilarious. I’m 57 and could have written this. Peace peace peace. I hope before I am in my grave I’ve stopped listening to the ghosts and echoes and just let it all walk through the room of my heart/soul without believing and engaging. Silence from ALL that nonsense. Yes!!! Brilliant and Universal….as always. You Shine! Thank You!!! Huge hugs Your way! 🤗❤️🙏🏼!!!
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Haha. Thank you. And you’re so welcome. Lol.
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You just made me laugh! The messed up messages of the mind are like that kid’s song….forgive me, dear Tre….🤣:
This is the song that never ends
yes it goes on and on my friends
some people started singing it not knowing what it was
and they’ll continue singing it forever just because
it is a song that never ends….
Every kid I’ve ever known gets the biggest laugh out of singing this over and over and over and over. It’s to be repeated ad nasuem until the adult around You starts weeping!!! 🤣
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Yes, another winner in this series. What a great idea it turned out to be.
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Thank you kindly, Geoff!
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This is so beautiful and touching, Tre. It moved me and resonated deeply. Gorgeous poetry, my dear friend.
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Thank you very much for reading. Peace and blessings.
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You’re most welcome, Tre. Always. Thank you. Peace and blessings to you too.
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Love this Tre! so important to speak love to ourselves.
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So relatable! We all know we should love ourselves as we are, warts, wrinkles, wobbly bits and all, but whenever we tell ourselves how we SHOULD be/feel, we can easily fall into the trap of feeling bad about ourselves. Love this, Tre.
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Thank you, Mags. 💜
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trE, I love this poem for so many reasons. First of all, it’s fascinating to me how you use your creativity to convey what others cannot (through poetry). Secondly, I think this idea is amazing. You have a gift and how you’ve chosen to gift it us and the public these past few weeks is inspiring and it’s what I think being creative is all about. Finally, you’ve said exactly what I was feeling, just poetically. So, thanks for that ❤
I'll be sharing it on https://navigatingthechange.com this week 😉
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You’re so welcome! I’m glad I was able to write what you requested. And thank you! It’ll be perfect there! *Big hugs*
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Oh wow, I love this. Thanks to you for this insightful poem and thanks to Kathy for inspiring it.
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Thank you for reading and connecting with it!
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I really love this trE, tremendously so! The more I read it, the more it says. So very well done!
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Thank you very much, Peter! I am glad you enjoyed this one!
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love this, it is Me too
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I think, if we’re honest, it’s probably most of us. Thank you for reading.
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happy Sun Day 🌞🌞
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Thank you. A very happy Sunday to you as well.
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definitely for most of us!
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