Don’t forget the pain. Don’t
turn your back on the pain. It is not
something to erase
with a kiss. Holy
sadness, holy spirit, holy –
pleasure. We are flames, flames
alchemizing breath into light.
I am flickering. I am not still.
Loneliness is yearning
of a flame
to be a conflagration,
yearning of a drop
to be a flood, yearning
of a seed to be a harvest,
a forest, a meadow,
yearning of a word
to be a world.
Amy Asherah
Amy Asherah is a writer and performance poet living in Massachusetts with her four daughters. Her writing has appeared in The New York Times (Modern Love), Boulevard, Glimmer Train Stories, and CALYX Journal. She earned an MFA from Lesley University.
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