From myself to myself
In the last few days with more time on my
hands
I ventured to clear the piles that had accrued
in
My wardrobes and about my living quarters.
In looking for an important document I found
others of such
Great importance I had kept them for years
in boxes and folds.
Many from friends I no longer fraternise with
and lovers with whom
There is less that love with now.
There were letters from planes and cities
and letters to commemorate
But most interestingly a letter
From myself
To myself
From myself to myself I wished inner peace,
a choice to
Remember and be proud. A list of experiences
most of which
Could hardly be recalled and a call to call
friends who had been there
As I grew. From that list I only speak to
one person frequently.
And from the authors of the letters across my
life other than myself
The only exception with whom I could claim
to have a relationship is my mother
How does life lead those who loved you
enough to document their thoughts and superlatives to desert you or grow away
from the place where they proclaimed.
From myself to myself I wished sound mind, I
suggested a mental tune up when needed I expounded belief in real love that the
proof that it was true. When I first received
the letter from myself to myself the letter was jovial and banterous now 7
years later I am overwhelmed by how much more ready to be positive I was and
how I knew I would at some point find myself in a place of doubt.
So from myself to myself then I thank you
for your words and reminder to be strong and brave and happy and I assure you
that all though life is different and certainly more stressful I still know love and I still know myself.
