A Dance with Myself: Growing Older, Remaining Unique

GeekSusie

In mirrors of time, reflections I trace,

A spirit matured, yet a soul out of place,

I wander through years, four decades in stride,

Questions persist, in shadows they hide.

 

A woman I've grown, with wisdom accrued,

Yet I still feel apart, my thoughts misconstrued,

The rest seem so sure, their emotions aligned,

I'm caught in a storm, clarity I can't find.

 

Younger, I thought these feelings would fade,

That age would grant me a well-trodden trade,

I'd learn to think and to feel just like the rest,

Embrace conformity, be society's best.

 

But here in the quiet, the truth I can't shun,

My mind has its dance, and it's never quite done,

A symphony wild, a misunderstood tune,

A dance with emotions beneath the pale moon.

 

I questioned, I pondered, I sought to belong,

Yet still, I am different, still sing my own song,

With age I've accepted, embraced what I am,

A uniquely forged soul, unapologetic, I stand.

 

Though years may go on, and more lessons I'll glean,

This path is my own, a mysterious dream,

I'll cherish the questions, the feelings that stir,

For in my difference, my true self occurs.

 

© Susie Stiles-Wolf

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  • aDarkerMind

    very well written;
    a poem I will come back read many more times;

  • Pop64

    Your rhyming is met with excellence while your imagery remains so clear and both serve well to convey the meaning of piece. Beautiful writing

  • MendedFences27

    I can comment on only your English poems. I chose this one because it spoke of growing older, something I can appreciate. The rhythm of your poem, the rhyming, your phrases, all say to me that you are an accomplished poet. To the theme of this piece, let me first say that no two people are alike. or ever have been. We all age differently, we all bear unique talents, we follow a multitude of varied paths as we progress through life. I would say that being unique makes you a conformist.
    This poem is so well written, and I enjoyed it immensely. Some of your phrases struck me, "mirrors of time, my mind has its dance." So please, continue to "sing your own song." - Phil A.



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