Forget

One day you forget his bitter smell
and one day you forget your shame.
You remember how your small cry
rose like a blackbird from the corn,
when you picked yourself up from the earth
how the clouds moved on.
– Sandra Cisneros
When poetry can not only speak to your soul but heal you, that’s the greatest gift of all.
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