“A trick I often use, when I feel overwhelming shame or regret, or brokenness beyond repair, is to think of a line I especially love, or a poem that arrived like lightning, and remember that it wouldn’t have come to me if anything in my life had happened differently. Not that way. Not in those words.”— Patricia Lockwood, from Priestdaddy
(Source: bostonpoetryslam)
a concept: my children eat sliced fruit messily, sticky fingers, giggling mouths, and bright eyes. their foreheads and cheeks so soft, warm and loved. the aura of life, innocence and happiness blankets us like the soft breeze, I breathe and I am at peace.
