Here
Here The page is where I live. The page is my country. —Moudi Sbeity Here I sort out feelings, the news of another deranged shooter acting out confusion and hate Find hope in other peoples’ poems the grit to go on Without the blank page the daily ambiguity might swamp me How else to make sense of this precious, peculiar life?
Thank you for sharing this beautiful, vulnerable piece, Amrita. Your words about finding grit and hope in poetry when the world feels overwhelming truly resonated with me. The blank page is a sacred space, and I'm deeply grateful that you share your journey and poems so freely with us
How else to make sense / of this precious, peculiar life? Yes, this is why we write.