Nessi,

This poem speaks to me. I cannot help but be moved by the following lines:
Quote:
Bereaved, I blamed myself,
wandered through guilt's gloomy maze.


All too often we blame ourselves when others fail. I know that I did that very thing for many years. We cannot allow another's inconsistency or insincerity to make us feel inadequate. I am still learning that lesson. It was and is a hard one. Sometimes it is easier to take the blame than to place it, because, then, we have to see clearly--we lose our illusions--our dreams, and everyone wants to dream.

The good news is, once we get past the point of depending on illusion, we can take our reality and change it.

Great poem--I probably went off on a tangent, but it touched me. Thanks

Becki
"Is it so bad then to be misunderstood? Pythagoras was misunderstood, and Socrates, and Jesus, and Luther, and Copernicus, and Galileo, and Newton, and every pure and wise spirit that ever took flesh. To be great is to be misunderstood. ."
--Ralph Waldo Emerson