by Danez Smith, from Don’t Call Us Dead
let ruin end here
let him find honey
where there was once a slaughter
let him enter the lion’s cage
& find a field of lilacs
let this be the healing
& if not let it be
If someone were to ask me where I find the spiritual, it's in this poem. I feel it in my chest, this unconditional acceptance. It's exactly what I need right now, during this trying time when I fear every move I make might have a negative repercussion.
Anyway, thank you poetry, and thank you Danez Smith.
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