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Ending The Pain Parade (Poems In A Pandemic #30)

Poems are little repair shops. I guess that makes me a repairman. The client? It’s always me. When I do my work skillfully, it also helps readers and listeners. Why do we need to repair ourselves? Because we have denied something essential. If we reject pain and absurdity, we turn brittle and bitter. Deny beauty and joy, and we become barren and a bully to ourselves and others. The answer is wholeness. The trick is to create short stays against the confusion, moments of insight, and clarity by embracing it all: the pain, absurdity, beauty, and joy.

 

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