I know myself
so much terribly better
than I ever wanted to.
I don’t hate myself, nor
resent what taught me—
but neither did I desire
this cold new horizon, this
dark discovery of self.
We deceive ourselves,
then learn through pain
to see the truth. But
it doesn’t make it easy
or even wanted; not
yet, anyway, not now.
It is what it is. Wisdom
grows upon us like moss
and the world takes on
a new flavor, a new color
and life goes on.
November 2019
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