This year is the the hardest of your whole life.
so hard you cannot see a future, most days.
The pain is bigger than anything else.
Takes up the whole horizon, no matter where you are.
You feel unsafe, you feel unsaved.
Your past so present you can feel your baby teeth.
Sitting on the couch, you swear your feet donât reach the floor.
You keep remembering the first time you saw a birdâs nest
Held together by an old shoe lace and scraps of a plastic bag
You knew the home of a person could be built like that
A lot of things youâd rather throw away
You keep worrying youâre taking up too much space.
I wish youâd let yourself be the Milky Way
Remember when I told you I was gonna become a full-time poet
And you paid my rent for three years?
Best Friend,
Angel of the get-through.
All living is storm chasing.
Every good heart has lost its roof.
Let all the walls collapse at your feet,
Scream âtimberâ when they ask you how you are.
âFineâ is the suckiest word. It is the opposite of HERE
Here is the only place left on the map
Here is where you learn laughter can go extinct
and come back
I am already building a museum
For every treasure you unearth in the rock bottom
Holy vulnerable cliff
God mason, heart heavier than all the bricks
Say this is what the pain made of you
An open, open, open road
An avalanche of feel it all
Donât ever let anyone tell you, you are too much
Or it has been too long
Whatever keeps a stutterer from stuttering when he sings a song,
you are made of that thing
That unbreakable note
That photograph of you at five years old,
the year you ran away from school,
because you wanted to go home.
You are almost there.
You are the same compass you have always been
You are the same friend who never left my side
during my worst year
You caught every tantrum I threw
with your bare hands
chucked it back at that blood moon
said âitâs okay, everyoneâs survival looks a little bit like death sometimesâ
I wrote a poem called âSay Yesâ while I was cursing your name
For not letting me go.
Best friend, this is what we do.
We gather each other up.
We say, the cup is half
yours and half mine.
We say alone is the last place you will ever be.
We say tonight letâs just stay inside reading Pema Chodron
while everyone else is out on the town
Pema will say, âonly to the degree we expose ourselves over and over to annihilation
can that which is indestructible in us be foundâ
Youâll say Pema is so wise.
And Iâll say yes she is, and we are too.
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