Anonymous One,
the discontent
that I once was
said it wanted to die,
said it wanted You
to be born in its place.
Yet it had a strange allure…
When You knocked on my door
or gave me the slightest hint
of Your presence
or invited me silently
I made as if to say:
You came at the wrong time…
Would you come again
some other time?
I have many things
to do first.
Or sometimes I’d welcome You
so long as You’d accommodate
the expectations, pleasure element
of that discontent.
Interesting disclosures of self-awareness, autonomy and authenticity.