Shedding

writersu

Holding the mirror of those that I know
I shake and stir but do not grow
Oh how I've tried to move along
To give it back; to get me strong
I stutter when I hold on too tight
I just dream on into the night
Of strength and will that is my own
(I've crawled as much as I have grown)
The luxuries to me are just to be
To every whim inside of me
So strung out in my own time
If I break the mirror, do I commit a crime?
Of being to me the one I only seek
The soul of me who is not weak
I don't look bad in my own view
(It's you I actually can see through)
There's those I can just throw away
But then there's those who have to stay
If I stand still they hang on in the air
O all that's neither here nor there
Too much there for my own good
I'd turn my back if I only could
I'll give you; no throw you the mirror....here
It's a bit scratched but still quite clear
Enough to see that your mirror's weight
Is too much for me to contemplate.

Holey Ghost

break the mirror
it's only glass
and some shiny metal
that reflects light
back to you

which you can absorb
or reflect back
of stand clear
the reversed images is what you see
reflections, not really, the whole of me or you

It's all in the view.........point
that of glass you could be looking thru

justam

writersu wrote:

Holding the mirror of those that I know
I shake and stir but do not grow
Oh how I've tried to move along
To give it back; to get me strong
I stutter when I hold on too tight
I just dream on into the night
Of strength and will that is my own
(I've crawled as much as I have grown)
The luxuries to me are just to be
To every whim inside of me
So strung out in my own time
If I break the mirror, do I commit a crime?
Of being to me the one I only seek
The soul of me who is not weak
I don't look bad in my own view
(It's you I actually can see through)
There's those I can just throw away
But then there's those who have to stay
If I stand still they hang on in the air
O all that's neither here nor there
Too much there for my own good
I'd turn my back if I only could
I'll give you; no throw you the mirror....here
It's a bit scratched but still quite clear
Enough to see that your mirror's weight
Is too much for me to contemplate.

This one is good.

I think one thing that happens sometimes is that it takes understanding others to understand yourself. At least, sometimes I think that is what is driving the need or lack of need to hold the mirror up.

writersu

Yeah, thanks.

I wrote this after the realization that I was holding others' mirrors...i.e., the image THEY wanted me to be
and that the image was never true nor was it ever consisent even if I were to play that game
And that the people who were so wanting me to be what they said were not even people I admired or people that played the game by the rules that they set out for me or for others......(which I must say truly pisses me off in people; the ones that set higher standards for others so they can judge people but they themselves are so flawed--only they obviously can't see that because they are too busy shoving their mirror in others faces)
And that through life as we grow and as we get bruised and beaten down sometimes, if we let it (the experience of the pain),it can create in us a beauty of being someone who is individual and unique...only we have to get through it and we have to pray to survive it
And at the end when I say that I can't hold the mirror any longer it's the breaking free, the image of hurling that mirror (with all the pent up energy of the time spent jumping through the hoops to please others) at the person who is trying to give you that in the first place
And peacefully walking away knowing you don't need their so called mirror; because you can see that you are alright and that it's them that you can see are messed up.

justam

writersu wrote:

Yeah, thanks.

I wrote this after the realization that I was holding others' mirrors...i.e., the image THEY wanted me to be
and that the image was never true nor was it ever consisent even if I were to play that game
And that the people who were so wanting me to be what they said were not even people I admired or people that played the game by the rules that they set out for me or for others......(which I must say truly pisses me off in people; the ones that set higher standards for others so they can judge people but they themselves are so flawed--only they obviously can't see that because they are too busy shoving their mirror in others faces)
And that through life as we grow and as we get bruised and beaten down sometimes, if we let it (the experience of the pain),it can create in us a beauty of being someone who is individual and unique...only we have to get through it and we have to pray to survive it
And at the end when I say that I can't hold the mirror any longer it's the breaking free, the image of hurling that mirror (with all the pent up energy of the time spent jumping through the hoops to please others) at the person who is trying to give you that in the first place
And peacefully walking away knowing you don't need their so called mirror; because you can see that you are alright and that it's them that you can see are messed up.

I can understand that.

I think though that you never know what is REALLY going on in another's mind because sometimes things don't show right away. And, I think on a spiritual level, we run into people who help us grow by making us uncomfortable.

I try really hard not to judge others even when the whole mirror thing is in play because when two souls are struggling with each other, it's really a gift for both of them. Even if it's only gaining understanding of what you like or don't like.

I love the people who've helped me to grow. They're important parts of my life, even if we're no longer friends.