Poetry is a clear window into the heart. I often write to express the thoughts and emotions inside me--not knowing what will appear on the page but invariably discovering more about myself and the world around me.

For Me

Posted Tuesday, November 15, 2011

What does it look like
To live
One Hundred

To drop my masks
To eliminate manipulation
To stop the games
To be totally vulnerable

For them
And therefore
For me

For me
And therefore
For them

What does it look like
To be true to me
To love myself
Without condition
Without shame
Without wrong-making?

How do I be
With me
In love
With me?

By Ken Carlson

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