Love Poem to Myself

Portions of this poem are taken or inspired from “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufroc” by T.S. Eliot

Blackness gives way to indigo
through the window I look up to see through
There will be time, there will be time
before the sun rises and shows its hues
While I wait for that sweet sunshine,
I let the words fall through my fingers
although the words are filled with in-
decision, needing revision upon
revision, which a minute will reverse
in the evenings, mornings, afternoons
I must continue to stay up with this moon
and listen to the birds sing as I grow old
This day, it was worth it to hear,
to listen, to taste the victory within,
the victory that builds me up inside
and fills the emptiness from living.

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