I would call this poem “Enjoy Yourself”:
The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror and each will smile at the other’s welcome
and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who loved you
all your life, whom you ignored for another, who knows you by heart. Take down the love letters from the bookshelf
the photographs, the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror. Sit. Feast on your life.
As suggested by my professional liability adviser, I have disabled the settings for comments in order to make less likely the possibility that the blog will be seen as a treatment method instead of as a way to present material that I personally see as psychologically relevant.
Now begins my blog about matters psychological, whether they be psycho-educational, philosophical, or literary. Most entries will be short and hopefully to the point with only occasional ramblings on and on.