Somedays, life hurts. It can even be cruel. No matter how much you ground yourself in the expansive truths of this dynamic universe, sometimes, life is just hard.
Ever since I was a little girl, I was very aware of those difficult days. Perhaps it was something tragic that happened, where looking around I could not understand why the whole world did not stop to mourn the tragedy that engulfed me. Or, perhaps, it was that oppressive feeling of emptiness where I could not trace the cause to anything in particular. No matter how small or large the ache, I developed an antidote that often helped me reconnect with the magic of existence. I would acknowledge the pain I felt, held the experience in my hands, letting my fingers feel all the sensitive little crevices in the emotion, I would recognize that it was real and it was happening. With the pain cradled in my hands, I would find poetry that helped me grasp it more firmly, or poetry that helped me rip at the structure of the ache.
It became my prescription for those moments and days, weeks and months of hurting.
I don't know if it will be as effective for you as it is for me. But I would love to try.
Below, tell me who you are and what you would like a poetry prescription for and I will write back to you with poetry. I will not be the author of these poems (you would thank me if you ever read my sad attempts at writing them). Rather, I will share with you poetry from the greatest of poets that may speak to exactly where you are.
Share as much or as little information as you'd like. I will email you within a few days.
In return, you can offer me anything you like. A song, a thought, a star, a bottle of wine, a conversation, a secret, an eternal truth you discovered, anything.
I look forward to hearing from you.