Mirror Me
Words like water poured out
reflect my wide world,
contained in pieces, paragraphs
of pain and power and the past,
puzzles to put into place.
I long to be known
heard, seen, reflected
in the pool you hold in your heart
showing me the “me” that I am.
Instead of a mirror,
you hand me a map
telling me where to GO
or a manual
telling me what to DO.
I just want the sounds
held up to me in my hearing,
nearing my soul,
the whole of me.
When you repeat my words instead,
my heart in my ears,
I know the listening is done
and the love is there
that says I’m heard.
I want to be known.
