The Light of All the Stars
after John Ashbery
And now it ends. That luminous unreachable intimacy that becomes the dark restless clouds of martyrdom — a swollen kiss, haunted and full of suspicions, a crumbling civilization of wet empty streets. And you pass through pain, abandon principal and protest and the shuttered honesty of each new day, until you emerge as a new conception — just particles, stretched, realigned, out of focus, the light of all the stars passing through you — and finally, you arrive in the sprouting feral landscape of hope.
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Your vulnerably and honesty is shown in this poem.
Pain and trauma is not an easy path . It’s a complete zig zag. God is with you and you are definitely strong enough. I’ve been there. Prayers my friend. Excellent poem!