Crucible
a poem
Crucible
Listen,
you don’t have to have it all
figured out, you don’t
have to know—there in
the hollows of your body—
what all this is for,
in the sense that,
sometimes there is little
demarcation between
our sorrows and our joys.
Sometimes, they align
to sit on either side of you,
and say, yes, this will hurt you,
and, yes, this will heal you,
and both are distinct,
and both are true,
and you don’t have to
understand the crucible
to know that it will change you.
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Love the Courbet artwork!
A poem to sit with. Thank you.