That old buggaboo of finding your worth in someone else’s eyes.


Mirrored

Reflections of my worth
can’t be found in your eyes,
nor yours in mine
Drawn in lines and shades
of subtlety

There’s danger there,
to find my value in your gaze
Charges it with everything I am,
hope to be, or ever were
If you look away, I’m ravaged

My love, my worth, is known to me
Endless study of the best and worst,
a feel for the topography
Look elsewhere if you must
I’ll find myself, a mirrored image

Poetry Collection: Corner of My Mind
This poem is included in
Jim Freeman’s
poetry collection

CORNER OF MY MIND
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