LIfestyles

I never thought I’d write poetry until an English professor prompted the class to write a poem about a personal struggle. I’d gone through a lot of personal turmoil, and I found a voice, scattered fragments of my soul bleeding across the page, between each line, and inside each word. A poem that healed a wound and gave me closure when I was sure there’d be none. I would’ve never picked up a book by Elizabeth Bishop had I not stumbled across her poem One Art, in a film. It struck a nerve in me, “The art of losing isn’t hard to master. So many things seemed filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster.”.