Self-Esteem

Fransisco Goya - The Giant

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,

And Mourners to and fro

Kept treading, treading, till it seemed

That Sense was breaking through.

And when they all were seated,

A Service, like a Drum

Kept beating - beating - till I thought

My mind was going numb.

And then I heard them lift a Box

And creak across my Soul

With those same Boots of Lead, again,

Then Space - began to toll,

As all the Heavens were a Bell,

And Being, but an Ear,

And I, and Silence, some strange Race,

Wrecked, solitary, here.

And then a Plank in Reason, broke,

And I dropped down, and down.

And hit a World, at every plunge,

And Finished knowing.

Emily Dickinson