Scrutiny
In my reflection
through your eyes–or his?–I am looking for you
Afraid
What if I find you in all the wrong places?
My every movement
takes place somewhere between a mirror and your photograph
trying to measure your likeness, in these not-so-little things
But there is a world beyond the walls
From which these faces–this face?–peer over my shoulder
And I have resolved to see it
through my own eyes
Forward
I never claimed snow white innocence
But here, it’s too muddled to see
When I try to feel my way,
It seems the only direction is forward
And I am going
With or without you
Another instance in which I am unsure about the second poem, but hesitant to take it down. Something about it feels more forceful, like a declaration made with confidence and decisiveness. I suppose I’m decisive, but confidence is still catching up.
