I Was Waiting To Become Myself Again Poem by Shalom Freedman

I wrote about present problems
I began to return to a certain calm
Yet inwardly deeply I knew
There was nothing to do-
I have problems I will never be able to solve
Pain and difficulty will accompany me now
Through the rest of my life
I will always receive strong negative opinion
Of what I am and what I do-
My life will continue to be difficult
And will probably become even more so-

I can become myself again
I am becoming myself again now
But it is an older and sadder self than it was before
Not wiser,
But older, sadder and smaller also.