Brian, I feel this poem like weight in the chest. Your words give shape to that sleepless, soul-searching yearning that haunts us all on darker nights. Yet it gestures towards something in the last lines--something lonely and lovely--something beautifully alive.
Brian, I feel this poem like weight in the chest. Your words give shape to that sleepless, soul-searching yearning that haunts us all on darker nights. Yet it gestures towards something in the last lines--something lonely and lovely--something beautifully alive.
It does. But maybe it's a weight that makes one stronger for carrying it....or like the weight of a sleeping child in your arms...a weight that might be carried with care and self-compassion.
Brian, I feel this poem like weight in the chest. Your words give shape to that sleepless, soul-searching yearning that haunts us all on darker nights. Yet it gestures towards something in the last lines--something lonely and lovely--something beautifully alive.
Thanks Ann. Sometimes searching feels like a weight, doesn’t it?
It does. But maybe it's a weight that makes one stronger for carrying it....or like the weight of a sleeping child in your arms...a weight that might be carried with care and self-compassion.
Beautifully put.