First Memory Poem by Louise Gluck
First Memory
Long ago, I was wounded. I lived
to revenge myself
against my father, not
for what he was--
for what I was: from the beginning of time,
in childhood, I thought
that pain meant
I was not loved.
It meant I loved.
Long ago, I was wounded. I lived to revenge myself against my father, not for what he was- for what I was: I was not loved. problems that remain in the mind. tony
love in twisted pains; wounded in confusional terms of life!
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12/9/2024 3:54:56 AM # 1.0.0
Verily, a regret and repent with self realization......10