I wrote this poem when I was in high school, over 30 years ago. It was originally written in pencil but I retyped it for this post. I also drew this picture. I don’t draw very well, now or back then. That’s one talent I didn’t get. However, somehow I managed to draw this picture which accurately conveys how I felt in this poem…
“I’m in a box inside myself from which I can’t give or receive love. I tried so many ways to get myself out but it’s like a jail with a dictator who says I can never learn to love or receive love until I know what love means. Until I find out how to feel it, know it, express it, love it, and let it love me. To be free and easy. I have to be honest with myself in order for myself to be honest with me. These things I have to learn. Until then, I’m a box inside myself from which I have no feelings.”
Solemn Sadness…