Long ago, I was wounded. I lived
to revenge myself
against my father, not
for what he was--
for what I was: from the beginning of time,
in childhood, I thought
that pain meant
I was not loved.
It meant I loved.

--Louise Gluck

Worth a repost.

Now that is amazing. It's a mark of great talent to have such profound meaning in so few words.

*blink*

Someone recognized poetry?

Well, sometimes, if it walks up and smacks me over the head, like that one did.

Or in the chest like a prayer.

Well, the last two lines did rhyme.

mosheshmeal
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