The hardest ever friendship to make is with our inner self.
The Soul unto itself
Emily Dickinson, 1830 – 1886
The Soul unto itself
Is an imperial friend
Or the most agonizing Spy
An Enemy could send
Secure against its own
No treason it can fear
Itself – its Sovereign – of itself
The Soul should stand in Awe
This post is for this week’s theme: Acquaint/ Friend at LindaGHills blog Stream of Consciousness
We tend to be the hardest on our selves, beautiful words.
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A lovely photo, very apposite to the poem. Plath AND Dickinson are my favourite poets, so this works for me very well.
Sounds great. I like her a lot but didn’t know Plath until your introduction.
Happy you like it. It was a good match with my selfie.
Great! I like this poem. It says so much… Great picture too 🙂
Thank you!
Nice! I especially like the truth of “The hardest ever friendship to make is with our inner self.” It took far too long for me to marry these two things – my happiness and my love of self. Thank you for a lovely reminder to preserve this vital marriage.
You’re most welcome. I side with your words. It’s a constant struggle but a possible friendship. The best one. Cheers.
Beautiful poem. ❤
Thanks, Deborah.
Great poem, Lucile. 🙂 Thanks for linking to SoCS!
Thank you, for creating a cool prompt.
How very true. I really like this photo, slightly mysterious, a little dreamy… Very cool xx.
Covered from head to toes…winter selfie…dreaming of summer!!
Xxx
Summer just finished here technically but it’s still glorious, come on over!! Xx
I love the technicality of your summer! Would go asap if life wouldn’t be in the way.
Thanks.
Xx
Oh. If only I could make peace with myself.
That’s not always possible. But it’s not impossible.
Will keep trying
😉