lament

I was never truly loved by anyone, only by myself, and even that I question. Poetry is my therapy, a mirror for self-evaluation. I've reached a point where I don't care what others think. Retirement has made me a free agent, the captain of my soul, free from others' demands. No more morning calls to the front desk, no more waiting for the clock to strike three. Time is now my own, and it means nothing to me. I'll be there when I get there unless it's boarding time in row three. To love me is to know me, and for me to love you, it takes strength and endurance. I've been there, and done that, and won't allow it into my life anymore. I've endured humility and humiliation, questioning my love for myself. I lamented: