for anyone feeling bruised

The world is tough.

Sometimes we fall foul of others.

Sometimes they don’t intend to be mean.

Other times they mean exactly that.

It’s always hard: always shocking.

We lick our wounds and wonder about our own value.

Don’t wonder. Believe. Know.

You do not have to be good.

You do not have to walk on your knees

for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.

You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.

Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.

Meanwhile the world goes on.

Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain

are moving across the landscapes,

over the prairies and the deep trees,

the mountains and the rivers.

Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,

are heading home again.

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,

the world offers itself to your imagination,

calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting-

over and over announcing your place

in the family of things.

Wild Geese, by Mary Oliver

For Helen


9 thoughts on “for anyone feeling bruised

  1. Bruised, battered and torn here….people are not mean they are just ‘indifferent’. After ‘indifferent’ comes brutally insensitive.

  2. I am a work of art this week with all my colourful bruises!

    The world is tough, and so am I. One day the bruises will fade and I will be left with my beauty! ROFLOL at the very idea of me being beautiful!

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