The Unsent Letter
A thank you note
“Embrace your solitude and love it. Endure the pain it causes, and try to sing out with it. For those near to you are distant…”
― Rainer Maria Rilke
Dear Readers,
I long to get a letter from someone who knows that I am a poet.
I long to be understood as a poet.
I know in this life that moment won’t come so this is just another thank you note for you all who read me each day, who wait for my posts here and elsewhere, who know me more than my loved ones.
Thanks for letting me know that my words reach somewhere.
Thanks for including my words in your life, for picking the pages of the book. For knowing my inner life.
When we write we live many lives, some days we are closer to the stars other times we are planting the moon in the deepest pit in our home, we are always buried by the weight of our stories and when our words hide we fold the emptiness and hide it in the crease of the pages. We write footnotes and press flowers with memories.
One day maybe I will write a letter to a poet.
Today I am drowning the night in the words of Rilke where he says
“Keep growing quietly and seriously throughout your whole development; you cannot disturb it more rudely than by looking outward and expecting from outside replies to questions that only your inmost feeling in your most hushed hour can perhaps answer.”
