hastily written letter

I wonder often if I should

feel sorry for existing –

for being part of a species

raising hell on the world –

and then I remember the books

in my room, stacked to the ceiling,

and all the people looking at stars

right now and all the letters being

hastily written that will never

be read by anything but the dark

in which they’re kept.

I ask myself if I’m happy

to be part of that;

and I think, yes –

quite yes.

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18 thoughts on “hastily written letter

  1. This is just what I needed to read this morning. How did you know? I struggle with the same issues and have come to the same conclusion. Yes. Count me in the word pool. πŸ™‚ Alice

  2. I didn’t know I was happiest of all to be a part of:

    “all the letters being

    hastily written that will never

    be read by anything but the dark”

    …until I read your beautiful poem.

    Thanks Nat–

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