The Thing Is
by Ellen Bass
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.
A friend posted the poem above on FaceBook. I love FB, most of the time.
This poem is my new Divorce poem.
This following is my new mantra:
Life I take you.
Life I love you.
Life I embrace you.
Life I am grateful for the all that is you good, bad, ups, downs.
I am grateful for Life in it's entirety.
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