As the headlines once again read “massacre in this land” and “let’s remember those lost” I find myself crawling into a book of poetry to find solace.
Full disclosure: I’m developing compassion fatigue and feeling a little disoriented. I also can’t shake the heaviness in my chest that asks “what next?” This is not healthy for me so I’m wrapping myself in someone’s beautiful words like a warm blanket on a cold world day.
If you haven’t heard of nayyirah waheed, I hope you give her a read. She organizes words like no poet I’ve read before. As anyone that follows this blog knows, I am a lover of poetry and she is my newest love.
The following selections are from her collection entitled “Salt” and it’s exquisite.
can we speak in flowers. it will be easier for me to understand.
– other language
I knew you before i met you
i’ve known you my whole life
‘you are in love what does that look like’ to which I replied ‘like everything i’ve ever lost come back to me’
i am such a sensitive summer thing.
i found flaws and they were beautiful
if i write what you may feel but cannot say.
it does not make me a poet.
it makes me a bridge.
and i am humbled
i am grateful
to assist your heart in speaking.
if we must
i will tell you, my daughter
of your worth
not your beauty
every day. (your beauty is given. every being is born beautiful).
knowing your worth
can save your life
raising you on beauty alone
you will be starved
you will be raw.
you will be weak.
an easy stomach
always in need of someone telling you how
beautiful you are