Through the Looking Glass – Heather Mirassou

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My past is but a dream. My present an insatiable appetite for life. My future pre-determined and out of sight.

Oh but to be young again, to begin again, to find me again. Who would I aspire to be?

Through the looking-glass, I see a mirror image of me. Free to be who I am with no preconceptions, expectations or promises to keep. Only a silent treasure chest of dreams only I can see. Only a panoramic view of what is the best I can be.

Perhaps, I would fly overseas and travel countries in poverty, recording adversity and atrocities.

Perhaps, I would study the stars and galaxies.

Perhaps, I would march in pride and diversity.

Perhaps, I would study archeology, geology or history.

Perhaps, I would be Simon or Garfunkel in Central Park in New York City.

Perhaps, I would sail alone on the open seas.

Perhaps, I would visit my native France and Italy.

A dream is a dream, but through the looking-glass I can see and be the best of what has made me.

I will continue to record life, love, and history through my poetry. My self-made dreams connecting in this irony.

Dedicated to: Trevor Edmund Mirassou and Brandon Timothy Borden, my sons.

 

 

 

 

About Heather Mirassou

I am a writer and poet. I am a Hippie at heart and cowgirl in spirit. I am kind, compassionate, loving and loyal and I am all forgiving. I accept and love all people, of all creeds, religions, color, sexual orientation and any other characteristics that are non-conforming to society’s mold. I am quiet in a crowd but speak volumes in my writing. It has given me a voice, when sometimes, I could not even speak. Writing gives me the freedom to be “ME”. It is my most natural and comfortable state. Writing to me, is as essential as breathing. I have two stellar and spectacular sons. Brandon & Trevor, ages 31 & 24. Being their mother is one of my greatest achievement of my life. They give me so much to live for. They inspire me, invigorate me and challenge me. They love me unconditionally. They have given me a fresh breath of life, when I’ve thought I had no breath left. They have faith and belief and remind me, that I can achieve any dream, any dream at all. I love to be outdoors. The beach is my favorite place to be. I can skip, run, fly a kite, gather shells and rocks, be romantic, be calmed by the waves and at peace with the ocean. The mountains becon me with wonder, I become one with the earth. Nature engulfs me, mind, body and spirit. I love spending time with my dogs, Jakey and Buster. Jakey, is a Great Pyrenees and Lab. Buster a long-haired Dachshund. Jakey loves to dance with me, muzzle me and put his head between my knees. He is my protector, my service dog and he keeps me giggling. Buster is my serious,lovable, loyal friend. He is my lap dog, a place he loves to be. My dogs are my daily company. They bring me absolute unconditional love and attention. They always know when I need love the most and they are always there providing love and comfort. I treasure my family and friendships both new and old. I receive gifts of experience, wisdom and love on a daily basis from those closest to me. In writing my poetry, I draw within the reflection of my soul. I write of beauty, of desire, of hope, of nature. I write some dark and some light. Some sad and some funny. Some old memories, some new. I write poetry of courage, defeat, dying and resurrection. I write about my life experience, my challenges, my dreams, my accomplishments, dreams not yet lived. I write of love, intimacy, vulnerability and sometimes subtle, erotic poetry. I write about my impression and observation of life and people living amongst me. I am forever changing on my life pendulum. With it, my poetry is changing and is a reflection of my soul. Thank you for visiting, My Poetry Soul Closet. I hope you leave with a warm heart, an open mind and kindred spirit. I hope my poetry somehow affects your impression of life, love and people. With a Smile, Heather Mirassoub
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