A Better Resurrection
by Sylvia Plath
| I have no wit, I have no words, no tears;
My heart within me like a stone
Is numbed too much for hopes or fears;
Look right, look left, I dwell alone;
A lift mine eyes, but dimmed with grief
No everlasting hills I see;
My life is like the falling leaf;
O Jesus, quicken me. a gentle note: The person who you might mistake for not reacting enough Might be holding shards together inside. Never think for a moment kindness goes unnoticed. xo |
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