More Hole Than Whole

The woman in the mirror is flawed
age spots where freckles once sprouted,
streaks of white, peppering former auburn,
inner scars marking discontent.

How then is she expected
to know wholeness?

In days when mind was sharp
self-confidence wobbled;
when spirituality was planted,
self-judgment undermined.

The path to wholeness
pitted with potholes.

How often emotion overrode
common sense, and choices
led her astray, how thick
the mud of guilt she mired in.

Repulsed at her own reflection
she was anything but whole.

Less self-defacing these days
she examines the worn bits
with wry acceptance –
acknowledges the toil.

If wholeness is perfection,
she’s ready to let go.


This week, I challenged us to consider the concept of being whole. I know it turned out to be a workout for me, so I thank all who took the time to participate.

Reena Saxena
Poetry Pallette
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See you tomorrow for a new challenge!

(Watercolour from personal collection)

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

20 thoughts on “More Hole Than Whole

  1. I think if one looks for perfection, wholeness is unachievable. As you mentioned, acceptance of the toil and being a witness to one’s past and not engulfed in it, is the beginning of forgiving oneself and one’s fallibility. Powerful story in your poetry and journey, V J. ❤ Love your tree also. 🙂 Is that watercolour?

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