Seeing Pain
tell me you are angry
I am angry. I fume red flames and is this poison running through my veins can’t you see? What happened to me isn’t unique— let my rage peak and I’ll show, I’ll grow and edge one more, but it’s mine this time, it’s mine and it’s raw power, there’ll be no cower, I’ll burn down those woods and then we can’t hide, menacing pride come closer, look deeper, feel fuller and know this wheel turns, this aching still burns and loss besets me, I seek rest, I seek rest still unrest seeks me and victory looks free. I beg you, please see me.
Every morning to pick a poem, I just scroll through my document (it’s the draft manuscript of my new book eeeek!) and stop when it feels right to stop.
I’m letting the universe pick the poem each day.
Somedays, the poem is exactly what I need to read.
And other days, like today, it’s more for you.
Today’s poem makes me think of what’s happening tomorrow. The U.S. election.
Do you feel angry? Do you feel cheated? Scared?
Do you see red flames?
What if all we all really want, on both sides, is to be seen.
Be well, my loves, be well.
-Hunni Bloom
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