now is the right time
to write your word and whirl and whorl
are you sad? tell me you're not
are you happy? think about it
when someone leaves you
you find it hard to accept and you fetter yourself
with avoidance and denial and anger
now write what you feel on a clean slate
of your new beginning
it is not that you need a drink or a potion
of instant forgetting
there is no such thing honey
there is only that gentle acceptance of the fact
that people do not stay beside us forever
that goodbyes are necessities of life
that deaths are tests that arrivals are just palliatives
that after all, life is here with its sister death
that nature is doublefaced
with nights and days
with stupor and fervor
learn the ways of humanity
for after all that the kind of stuff that we are made of,
bluntness that injures, sharpness that kills,
gentleness that cures, love that heals,
and death that ends and redemption that promises
eternity that hopes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem