I have just cracked open Anne Sexton’s collection of complete poems; I am ready. Like many brilliant and tragic women poets before her, Sexton lived in a world of depression and longing. She was criticized for her revealing poetry that touched on issues real and germane to women of her time. I predict reading her collective works will change my life and allow me to forgive myself for being an emotional, compassionate and irrational woman. I am defined in my own terms, and my feelings are acceptable. I am acceptable. I am enough.
Her first poem You, Doctor Martin is about the Dr. that salvaged her mind from darkness while she was in an institution. A few lines from the poem:
I am queen of all my sins forgotten.
Am I still lost?
Once I was beautiful. Now I am myself,
counting this row and that row of moccasins
waiting on the silent shelf.