How could she know
that even despair can work out for you
if you're lucky enough
to outlive it.
Wisława Szymborska, from “Laughter”, Poems New and Collected: 1957 - 1997
Beauty in the apertures of pain
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I want to say
Without temper
If possible
without the least sense of the
heroic
Without even the measured
ambition
to speak the truth
which is only another vulgarity
To say
I am not what I was
Indeed
I was nothing
and now I am at least the
possibility
of
something
and this
I will defend.