Jama is graciously hosting Poetry Friday with a poem of hope. We need these poems to end a week of dark and sadness.
I’ve spent this week focusing in on kindness and the beauty of small things. We will drive to the coast for the holiday and load up on negative ions (See Here).
Maya Angelou’s Still I Rise has been in my head and heart all week especially, the first and last stanzas.
Still I Rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
The poem in its entirety is HERE.
These are words which soothe my soul this week.