peace comes with a lot of goodbyes.
I see you
like a statue
pale and silent
a bright star
burning
I guess you like
the wind on your skin
silky sweet as hyacinth
forgive me
this blue sky
this last gasp
serial222killer
healing yourself is your responsibility, no matter what someone did to you
Alice Walker, from “Even As I Hold You”, Her Blue Body Everything We Know: Earthling Poems 1965-1990


