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To Love Life, To Love It Even When You Have No Stomach For It And Everything You've Held Dear Crumbles Like Burnt Paper In Your Hands, Your Throat Filled With The Silt Of It. When Grief Sits With You, Its Tropical Heat Thickening The Air, Heavy As Water More Fit For Gills Than Lungs; When Grief Weights You Like Your Own Flesh Only More Of It, An Obesity Of Grief, You Think, How Can A Body Withstand This? Then You Hold Life Like A Face Between Your Palms, A Plain Face, No Charming Smile, No Violet Eyes, And You Say, Yes, I Will Take You I Will Love You, Again.

So Much Inspires Me. People Living Their Lives With Courage, Beauty Of All Kinds, Nature In All Its Aspects, People I Love And People I Hardly Know, And, Of Course, Other Poets.

Poetry Is The Most Intimate Of All Writing. I Want To Speak First From Me To Myself And Then From Me To You.

I Think Many People Love Poetry Who Don't Know They Love It. People Are Sometimes Afraid Of Poetry, Or They've Been Introduced To Poetry That Doesn't Speak To Them.

There Is A Comfort In Knowing That You Don’t Have To Pretend Anymore, That You Are Going To Do Everything Within Your Power To Heal.