Sunday, June 29, 2014

Dreaming and Waiting


So many times I’ve considered
changing my life
just to escape the present.
Perhaps it’s the glitches
of a long day, of
anxiety caused by people,
moments, & boundaries
that will not change anytime soon.
Perhaps I try too hard to
walk ahead of the storm,
dreaming of a new life,
lived with lights on &
straight talk,
no loaded silences,
no time-worn secrets,
no closed doors.
Soon the dream ends &
here I am,
eyes wide open,
living my long days,
biding my time,
waiting….
              waiting.


                                    © Mildred Santiago

Thursday, June 5, 2014

The Woman in the Mirror



When I look in the mirror
I see a woman with
expressive, golden brown eyes,
fair skin, & enticing smile.
I see a wife & mother who
has so much love to give.
I also see a professional,
one who works hard &
is climbing the proverbial
corporate ladder.
Then I ask myself:
Why is it that in spite of all
my qualities & achievements,
there are times when thoughts
of unworthiness creep into
my mind and tell me that
I’m not good enough?

It is on those days that I
can only see a person who is
misunderstood, unloved & flawed.
The inner connection is broken,
the dense fog of unworthiness,
creeps in, holds on to me,
tight & unrelenting, causing
feelings of frustration,
anxiety, inadequacy,
almost total breakdown.
The false image of perfection
I try so hard to achieve fades,
self-judgment is harsh.

Then, like the miracle of nature
that dissipates early morning fog
through gentle, warm winds &
a sun that shines strong & steadfast,
I decide to quiet the voices of
self-criticism & censorship,
I decide to listen to my heart,
choosing to dwell on love & self-respect.
The fog lifts.
When I look in the mirror,
once again I see the woman I am;
beautiful inside as reflected outside,
willing to share my love & happiness
with those who see me in the same light,
with those who accept me & my imperfections,
with those who accept my humanness.
Once again, all is well.


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© Mildred Santiago