I’m not wishing you failure,
or heartbreak, or the loss
of who you’ve worked so hard
to be. But I’m standing here
on the other side of my own
destruction, my bare feet
warming in the dark soil,
and I’m whispering little
ribbons into the wind that say,
“You’re going to be more
than okay.” You don’t deserve
the pain of this world. But
no one arrives in their own life
without the cataclysm of birth.
This poem is from my book, The Wilderness That Bears Your Name, which gives you poems for every season of life.
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