Amidst their late night conversations he would often tell her the things that weren’t very good about her, the things she needed to change about herself, the things she needed to work on.

“Positive Criticism” were his words, he said. 

And almost every time she believed in his words and questioned her eccentricity she felt she was drifting away from herself a bit more…

Decades later, being at the apotheosis of her life, she sits there alone beaming in her own bubble of serenity. 

I look at her more amazed than ever… her long black hair now with the visible hints of grey, her wide eyes now edged with the deep lines of happy crow’s feet accompanied with that hearty smile that never lost its grace… I can’t help but grin at what good age has done to her. 
I look at her as she smirks at herself because now when she looks back to her young naive self she knows the only thing that was wrong with her was that, 

“she believed the wrong person a little too easily….”.


24 thoughts on “Her.

  1. I think many of us women can relate to your post. Thanks for sharing. I have a poetry blog here on WordPress and today’s poem is about embracing eccentricity in case you have time to read? Swiss greetings, Sam ๐Ÿ™‚

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  2. “she believed the wrong person a little too easilyโ€ฆ.โ€.
    We allow ourselves to be too easily swayed by the opinions of those who matter to us. The key to discovering your own self-satisfaction is to ignore negative voices in your life and opening your heart and mind to the unending possibilities that you bring to the table.
    Thank you so much for sharing! ๐Ÿ˜‡

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