Reflection

[Ruthieg]

I quickly dried the tears from my eyes,
As I momentarily focused on his face.
Thought I recognized him but for a moment,
Then dismissed the thoughts as quickly
as I did the tear, I often felt in my heart.
Instructed by him to get on with my life,
Only to see the same, reflected in his eyes,
Trapped in his web of truth or lies.
I kept looking, but could not really decide,
Should I rescue, nurse his scars that were hidden,
Buried deep inside of my mentor, my teacher;
The one who stood so closely encouraging me
To reach my utter-most potential?
Should I just turn away, ignore his pain,
His wounds that were so well disguised as:
Brilliance, pride, ambition, ego and neurosis,
Or should I stay, endure the storm that may rage,
Defeating me in every way,
Demolishing my respect, honor, my idol
Returning me but to the very day we connected,
When I too was feeling very despised and rejected?

[Dr Eep]

I really enjoyed reading this - you have a natural ease and timing to your writing and i really related to the heart wrenching question you were asking yourself in this poem.

Thanks for sharing!!

[Triskele]

yeah, i am with the good doctor... the flow is excellent and the question asked/refered to is one i think many people have pondered... thanks for posting