Poem 150- From myself to myself

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.