(delete, delete, delete...) i just typed about two pages to explain this poem, and then realised that it's more than anyone wants to know. the obvious is that this is about my desire to marry. yet as i again revisit and meditate on this poem, knowing what i know now, that my motivations have been formed by the constant pounding of the waves of criticism and invalidation on the shores of my tender heart, i'm filled with sadness. i feel like so much time has been lost. if someone would have only revealed these things when i was much younger, perhaps i could have skipped all the years of pain and frustration. then again...