Oh, Elsh, this is so sweet and painful. Love does that to you. Bums you out and such. I love the 3-line stanzas. At first i thought it was haiku and happily I was proven wrong (they’re just too hard to construct!). Epic, as always.
You know what? I liked this tremendously. There’s truth in it, personal truth perhaps, but a familiar one.
“The me reflected felt unworthy of your love” <<<<^^^^^^^^^>>>> This line struck me like a black belt— in many ways at once. At first I wanted to edit it. But now I like it as is, mainly because I understand it and I can relate. It’s like ‘the reflected me’ as the individual, or ‘the reflected we’ as a people, have many different feelings and faces that change like the seasons. In your poem, the reflected me who isn’t worthy has recognized their faults, and in doing so might now know how to a adopt positive change, a positive change that will domino into a better outlook and ultimately a better self reflection/ self assessment.
Anyway, I get a sense that there’s hope and that a better self reflection is always possible If we actively persue one.
Elsha. I am a bit behind the eight ball at present so forgive me for not commenting sooner. This is such a soul wrenching piece. I love the optimistic line amidst the reflection. Bubbles indeed.