The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other's welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stanger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
-Derek Walcott
2 comments:
but you would be nothing without the people in your life. feast on your own, nuture the others. keep them close.
still keep coming back to, that if you don't know/love yourself, can you really do the same for someone else?
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