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While I was packing for this weekend (for cottage fun, canoeing and hiking and maybe swimming if we're very brave), I came across some terrible teenage poetry from about eight years ago in a book at the very back of the closet. I won't subject you to any of it, but needless to say I'm very glad that things have changed since then. I had also written in a number of poems that were somehow relevant at the time. This was one of them. I still like it.
There were no signs - Irving Layton
By walking I found out
Where I was going.
By intensely hating, how to love.
By loving, whom and what to love.
By grieving, how to laugh from the belly.
Out of infirmity, I have built strength.
Out of untruth, truth.
From hypocrisy, I weaved directness.
Almost now I know who I am.
Almost I have the boldness to be that man.
Another step
And I shall be where I started from.
There were no signs - Irving Layton
By walking I found out
Where I was going.
By intensely hating, how to love.
By loving, whom and what to love.
By grieving, how to laugh from the belly.
Out of infirmity, I have built strength.
Out of untruth, truth.
From hypocrisy, I weaved directness.
Almost now I know who I am.
Almost I have the boldness to be that man.
Another step
And I shall be where I started from.