I am not I.
I am this one
walking beside me whom I do not see,
whom at times I manage to visit,
and whom at other times I forget;
who remains calm and silent while I talk,
and forgives, gently, when I hate,
who walks where I am not,
who will remain standing when I die.
translated by Robert Bly
Wow that’s brilliant, really love it!
I’m glad you liked it.
Man, did I need that poem tonight.
Then it’s a good thing I reblogged it.