"Call me a sinner, Mock me maliciously: I was your insomnia, I was your grief.“
Anna Akhmatova
Instead of creating goals for the new year, I find myself working backwards, asking what I discovered about myself this past year.
So many of us believed we would be returning to life as we knew it, ease of travel, ease of going out with friends, or holding a child close. None of these things will ever be taken for granted again.
As we transition into whatever comes next, please choose compassion over hatred. Whether using our words in a poem or in a social media comment, our words do matter. Poets living in the liminal spaces know this better than anyone.
Colette
February 2021
"Call me a sinner, Mock me maliciously: I was your insomnia, I was your grief.“
Anna Akhmatova
Instead of creating goals for the new year, I find myself working backwards, asking what I discovered about myself this past year.
So many of us believed we would be returning to life as we knew it, ease of travel, ease of going out with friends, or holding a child close. None of these things will ever be taken for granted again.
As we transition into whatever comes next, please choose compassion over hatred. Whether using our words in a poem or in a social media comment, our words do matter. Poets living in the liminal spaces know this better than anyone.
Colette
February 2021
