Challenge
"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.
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