Poem: Mirrored

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

This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection CORNER OF MY MIND available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats.