Dating myself by poetri
The world is often unkind to women making their way in the world alone—single or sick or estranged or resistant (of course it is unkind to men too, and today’s poem is by a male poet, but I am writing this to you, lonely wandering witches of The Toast).I’ve written about grief and passion and pragmatism, all which have their place. About learning to be kind to oneself in the absence of love for oneself.
I\'m a retired lawyer, but really, I\'m a poet and have been since my teens. So, I\'ve been a poet much longer than I was an attorney.I go out for long walks at night when I can’t sleep to think about all my passive self-hatred has taken from me, and try not to let it lead me into the nearest river. I will also hope that your river is a metaphor, but if you think you may harm yourself and need concrete urgent assistance, please seek out resources that can help. Reader, I would like to join you on your night wanderings a little ways, if I might.He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times in his life.This really bothered him and he questioned the Lord about it.