the uses of sorrow

(in my sleep i dreamed this poem)

someone i loved once gave me
a box full of darkness.

it took me years to understand
that this, too, was a gift.

burning light.

the uses of sorrow + mary oliver

jomel c.

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dreaming of them with their kill

tearing and bleeding.

jomel c.

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my arms around myself

apple evening.

jomel c.

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when it's dark

smoke.

jomel c.

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the wonder of life

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which way i ought to go from here?

winter chill.

jomel c.

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you are my sweetest downfall

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never let me go

mother.

jomel c.

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tells with silence the last light breaking

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