Sorrow is a thing of brittle bones
Take it in your hands very gently
And place it in the winter sun where it shines through a window
Breathe its story deeply
And write what it tells you
Leaving nothing out, no word unattended
When you look up
Sorrow may have grown feathers
Open the window
And let it fly
*Do not turn your back on sorrow nor ignore its deep tides. Instead use its contemplative spaces to write, create art. When we truly feel our feelings, the light and the dark, the scary and the terrifying – they transform, and so do we.
What felt so extraordinarily difficult to weather, can become instead, cause for entirely new perspectives.
22/4/22
Header photo Chris Sabor
Another – from 2017 – photo from a trip to the red centre
This is beautiful.
Thankyou ✨
tears rind apart the bind leading to blindness
You’ve personified it beautifully 🙂
This also brings to mind Kahlil Gibran: “The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.”
That quote is beautiful. Thanks Yacoob.
Absolutely beautiful poem. I think negative emotions are just as vital as the positive ones. A lot of time the greatest art comes from sorrow.
sorrow is a premise of solely tomorrow
I hear what you are saying.
Perhaps I am in denial.
Have had a great deal of sorrow.
Prefer to leave it behind me where it can no longer hurt.