The Thing Is
By: Ellen Bass
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.
"The saddest kind of sad is the sad that tries not to be sad. You know, when Sad tries to bite its lip and not cry and smile, and go, 'No, I'm happy for you.' That's when it's really sad." -John Mayer
"I think that everything in life is art. What you do, how you dress. The way you love someone, how you talk, your smile, and your personality. What you believe in, and all your dreams. The way you drink your tea. How you decorate your home or party. Your grocery list. The food you make. How you writing looks. And, the way you feel.
Life is art." -Unknown
Prompt: Write what you know!