This is an autumn lullaby for you

Because it’s about damn time I put you to bed

No matter what twisted words it carried,

the breadth of your breath ceased to amaze me

It was the only place I truly felt

at home

I needed so dreadfully to be your prodigy

And to see my iconic image in your mirror

But amongst the glory and the gloom

Was left nothing but a sleepy silhouette of my former self

And stepping back from the distorted image that your mirror

provided me

I am finally able to illuminate my own being 

Published by Alison Howe