Hi there,
You – the person who is confused, exhausted, lonely and misunderstood, would you promise me that you will close your eyes and take a deep breath?
I wrote You a poem called Capaciousness. It goes something like this:
I’ve tried to finish a novel. I’ve lost my favorite ring – the one my mom gifted me. I’ve gotten myself new rings. I’ve thrown out trash. I’ve done laundry and washed my dishes. I’ve gone climbing. I’ve gone dancing. I’ve written poems and read poems. I’ve had dinners with friends. I’ve cried. I’ve laughed. I’ve walked. I’ve talked to children. They’ve blown my heart open. I’ve been touched by joy and sorrow. I’ve eaten carrots. I’ve seen the signs of spring from tulip beds. I’ve made coffee. I’ve made coffee again. I’ve bought store-made coffee. I’ve bought store-made tea. I’ve hurt my knees. I’ve scraped my skin. I’ve cut my nails. I’ve put on lipstick. I’ve hugged trees. I’ve petted strangers’ dogs. I’ve gazed at the blue sky. I’ve phoned home. I’ve come undone by the words from poets’ lips. I’ve been here.
May you find the capaciousness in you to hold all that life is gifting you.
Love,
Xiaoyu Zheng
