Tell yourself
as it gets cold and gray falls from the air
that you will go on
walking, hearing
the same tune no matter where
you find yourself—
inside the dome of dark
or under the cracking white
of the moon’s gaze in a valley of snow.
Tonight as it gets cold
tell yourself
what you know, which is nothing
but the tune your bones play
as you keep going. And you will be able
for once to lie down under the small fire
of winter stars.
And if it happens that you cannot
go on or turn back
and you find yourself
where you will be at the end,
tell yourself
in that final flowing of cold through your limbs
that you love what you are.”

-Mark Strand


Eyes Wide Open

There are some actions that can open your eyes very wide. You see someone you thought you knew very well in a whole new light and it shocks you, that you could have  been so easily fooled, that someone could hide who they really are so well and for such  a long time.

How easy it is to throw out blame and accusation rather than  take responsibility for the consequences of  actions which you prefer not to accept. Unfortunately, the response I received nothing more than I had anticipated, but I was hoping  just for once to be proved wrong.

I have never truly despised anyone before but then no one before has ever given me reason.

Hindsight is a wonderful thing, it’s such a shame that it comes after and not before.