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"The uses of sorrow"
"Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift." (Mary Oliver) Poetry or prose.
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flashgordon

the gift is you still exist

there are shades of darkness

tints of pressing pain

taken as a whole

unbearable

this box

so very much like

grandma's button basket

often sorted over spent hours

into like piles shapes tints meaning

separate sheer sadnesses from the unbearable

that doubled you over never ever to recover from

the gift is you still exist to ponder categorize arrange