I'm guessing that few of us have the energy to write about illness when we are in the throes of it. Maybe E.A. Poe, but maybe not even him. In this lovely piece of prose poetry, Astrid has captured both the despair of feeling poorly but also the art within that despair. The result is perhaps one of the most perceptive pieces of writing about how an attack on the body affects the spirit.
Thank you John! Writing takes a lot of bravery, even in the best of times. I am in constant awe of people who are able to write about their pain in a way that offers up something to the reader... not necessarily wisdom or comfort, but a sense of being seen or a sense of not being alone. Sharing broken resilience. Those are my favorite kinds of writing. I hope I can be that for someone in need.
I'm guessing that few of us have the energy to write about illness when we are in the throes of it. Maybe E.A. Poe, but maybe not even him. In this lovely piece of prose poetry, Astrid has captured both the despair of feeling poorly but also the art within that despair. The result is perhaps one of the most perceptive pieces of writing about how an attack on the body affects the spirit.
Thank you John! Writing takes a lot of bravery, even in the best of times. I am in constant awe of people who are able to write about their pain in a way that offers up something to the reader... not necessarily wisdom or comfort, but a sense of being seen or a sense of not being alone. Sharing broken resilience. Those are my favorite kinds of writing. I hope I can be that for someone in need.