Michael Shepherd

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0226 Self-Hate, Self-Love

When did you cease to love, then hate, yourself?
What terrible event? How long ago?
What slight misunderstanding, view of self,
that led to fading love, then bitter hate?

What silent judgment of yourself, believed,
without a witness, umpire, counsel, friend?
Where was that childhood friend you loved, called 'God',
who knew you better than you knew yourself,
and understood your every thought and act?

What black and vicious weed grew secretly
while all your thoughts - you thought - were of the Good?
What demon whispered sweet and viciously?

Alas, no clue as yet. The only way,
to love that self that never went away.

Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 28, 2005
Poem Edited: Friday, July 14, 2006

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Comments about 0226 Self-Hate, Self-Love by Michael Shepherd

  • THE LAST REMNANT OF SANITY BIDS YOU ADIEU (8/11/2006 4:31:00 PM)

    Uh...this is a visceral poem, Miguelito. I have felt this way in my life as well. Why do you suppose it is that I have a difficult time writing about it, Dr. Shepherd? Daddy only allowed sunshine from his children - he provided the darkness all by himself.

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