Otherning Poem by Adora Williams

Otherning



At some point in my life, I shall acknowledge the aloneness of
The romantic aloofness choice I made
It hasn't been long enough yet, and it has been cloistering
Quiet and quivering
What if I laugh and no one to share?
What if I grow too old and no one to care?
What if I die tonight and no one to cry?

It is remarkable how otherning the self is

Wednesday, May 25, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: confessional
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