I made a large mistake I left my house I went into the world it was not
the most perilous hostile part but I couldn’t tell among the people therewho needed what no tracks in the snow no boot pointed toward me or away
no snow as in my dooryard only the many currents of self-doubt I clungto my own life raft I had room on it for only me you’re not surprised
it grew smaller and smaller or maybe I grew larger and heavierbut don’t you think I’m doing better in this regard I try to do better
Ellen Bryant Voigt
