Self‑Portrait in Motion
In the quiet hour before the day unfurls,
you stand—half‑shadow, half‑sunlight—on the edge
of a mirror that never tells the whole story.
You are the echo of a first breath,
the whispered promise of a name still forming,
a question mark inked on the palate of time.
Your hands, ink‑stained from the drafts of yesterday,
trace the outline of a dream you have not yet named—
each line a tentative promise, each pause a breath held
in the throat of possibility.
The world presses its weight on your shoulders,
yet you learn to wear it like a cloak of woven light,
threads of triumph and failure sewn together,
a tapestry that shivers when you turn toward the wind.
In the garden of your thoughts, thorns and roses bloom;
the thorns are the doubts that bite, the roses the moments
when you catch yourself in a smile you did not expect.
You are the river that carves its own canyon,
sometimes a lazy glide, sometimes a torrent,
always moving, always reshaping the stone of who you think you are.
When night folds its dark velvet over the day,
the stars you summon are the quiet constellations
of your own compassion—bright enough to guide
the tired traveler that lives within your chest.
So step forward, dear self, without apology;
let the rhythm of your heartbeat be the meter,
the pulse of your breath the rhyme.
In every stumble, there is a stanza; in every rise, a chorus,
and in the center, where all verses converge,
you will find the simple, unadorned truth:
You are the poem you have been waiting to write.
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A blank slate all to be filled! 🕊️🙏🏻
Thank you,arqios,
I appreciate you stopping by and reading my poem.
This is a lovely and most inspiring write well couched in metaphor of great beauty it unravels and unfolds its meaning. It talks to me and I can feel its passion as I read it. There is no way not to give it a fave
Thank you, Sorenbarrett.Thank you for taking the time to read my poem and for your thoughtful comments, which mean a great deal to me. I know I favor my own work, and your recognition is appreciated. A mentor once advised me to embrace life with openness and positivity, a philosophy that guides my approach and seems especially relevant in the new year.❤️
You are most welcome and you are so right
I always knew that the truth could and eventually would, be found in a poem .. Neville 💛👍
Thank you, Neville.Thank you for taking the time to read my poem and for your thoughtful comments, which mean a great deal to me.
Good write F. So is my mind - a blank page - nothing in it! heehee.
Thank you,orchidee. You always put a smile on my face.😁❤️
Friendship, this poem walks the line between reflection and becoming with grace. It acknowledges doubt, weight, and wear, yet never loses sight of movement. Ending with the self as both writer and written brings it full circle in a way that feels honest and grounding. Beautiful work, dearest friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you, Tristan.Thank you for taking the time to read my poem and for your thoughtful comments, which mean a great deal to me.💕
What a poetic take on philosophy! We do wear our memories and scars both through time. I truly adore this.
Thank you.xtattingPaperx.Thank you for taking the time to read my poem and for your thoughtful comments, which mean a great deal to me.
I truly enjoy your writing. The pleasure is definitely mine.
Beautiful poem abounding with vivid imagery...definitely a fave!
Thank you.Dominic Windram.Thank you for taking the time to read my poem and for your thoughtful comments, which mean a great deal to me.
May your meter and rhyme continue.
Quite like the self reflection of yourself.
Sometimes we don't beat our own drum enough, and we really should, cos we're giving ourselves freely to critique.
Thank you.Paul Bell.Thank you for taking the time to read my poem and for your thoughtful comments, which mean a great deal to me.
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