A Thought Worth Sharing

"to love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you've held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills than lungs;
when grief weights you like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief,
you think, How can a body withstand this?
Then you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you, again."

-- Ellen Bass

Thanks for this Janey Jane. I like bad weather too...its all experience.

This is awesome

Uhhmm! clears his throat...ahhh1

Beautiful thoughts.

Is that last line about hope for a spring after an extended period of Bulimia? If so are we going to see wintry verses before springtime finally comes around?

Great poem Silvershoes :)

Bulimia...weather...I'm lost

but I do love your pick!

Stunning piece!

Absolutely perfect

Now that was beautiful!