i am running into a new year
and the old years blow back
like a wind
that i catch in my hair
like strong fingers like
all my old promises and
it will be hard to let go
of what i said to myself
about myself
when i was sixteen and
twenty-six and thirty-six
even thirty-six but
i am running into a new year
and i beg what i love and
i leave to forgive me
poem by lucille clifton
tulips by june k.
and the old years blow back
like a wind
that i catch in my hair
like strong fingers like
all my old promises and
it will be hard to let go
of what i said to myself
about myself
when i was sixteen and
twenty-six and thirty-six
even thirty-six but
i am running into a new year
and i beg what i love and
i leave to forgive me
poem by lucille clifton
tulips by june k.
2 comments:
wow, does this hit home today. if only i might gather such grace... thanks for posting. i needed that.
i love the way poetry touches:) when nothing else offers comfort, poetry always helps...
c
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