A mid-life poem about reflecting on past actions.
To be honest, I’ve started having moments of feeling a bit silly. For letting it all out the way I did.
I look back, smiling as I shake my head at that past self in amusement.
It was a breaking of molds,
and it was a crash landing.
The reflection is,
Learn to love your self.
Then when the time comes, when your crazy
or your mad
or your sad manifests and lets its self out,
you will be able to hold your self together,
even as you fall apart in your own arms.
Now that I have grounded, I have new perspective.
The study of the self is like that,
constantly getting to know your self.
Surprise, disappointment, delight. All of it normal.
And none of it real.
Clouds of thought that come and go.
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