There are some who object
\nto using I,
\nto a confessional,
\nas if the power of all things
\ncomes from some place else.
\nWhy are they so modest?
\nWhy do they regret their faces?
\nHave they committed crimes?
\nNever learned to sign their names?<\/p>\n
Or perhaps someone said,
\nI do not love you.
\nYou are unworthy,
\nI want nothing of you,
\nincluding your stories.
\nAnd to them I say,
\ncome to me and I will love you.
\nI will trade words,
\nand if you are sweet,
\nkisses and hugs,
\nor sweet wine.<\/p>\n
But let no one tell you,
\nyou can\u2019t use an I in a poem,
\nor a song,
\nor put your face in a picture.
\nThere are fewer of us than we imagine.
\nPeople are rare.
\nFriends still fewer.
\nLovers, all alone share our beds,
\nour hearts,
\nso say I,
\ncome back to your center.<\/p>\n
Tell me as much as you can
\nabout yourself.
\nThe world wants you,
\nand I want you.
\nSo begin with,
\nI am here,
\nin this life,
\nand it sparkles in the deepest part of me,
\nand I greet you with open arms!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
There are some who object to using I, to a confessional, as if the power of all things comes from some place else. Why are…<\/p>\n