Tuesday, November 5, 2013

you're alive and have just begun to wrestle.


Tie the ribbon around yourself and see how long it holds. You are alive and have just begun to wrestle. There are other ways to fly. You’re trying 
to marry human and loss, trying to shape and peel the wound...now, you hover over the earth. You’re barely. The ground 
did soften and forgive and still, you’re winter. There’s no shame in wanting
 to be useful again...
Today in 
Manhattan, not a single person died. How’s that for hope? You must 
understand the history of loss did not begin with you. You’ve got to spit
 out this thing that you chew and chew.
To hurt is a way to love, I thought 
you knew.
—Kimberly Grey