Wednesday, October 2, 2013

C'est La Vie

  Every aspect of my life is currently down south now. You name it - work, family, etc. The two things that keep me going currently are: my mum and my trip to India this December.

Sigh.

  Just saw this poem on my Facebook news feed from my ex Sociology lecturer and I thought it's so precisely and beautifully written, it can't be done any better.



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.




- "The Thing Is" by Ellen Bass


Such is life.

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