The story of this poem: this free verse is inspired by a conversation I had this week with someone younger than me who also had a chaotic childhood.
FLUNG TOWARD YOU Know that it gets better. Know it, The way you know that your hands exist. Trust it, The way you expect gravity to snatch a loose thing to the ground. Plan for life to get better. Make decisions about what you’ll say, Where you’ll go, All the impossible deeds you’ll do. The adventures that felt too large for your body: Commit to them all. Know that it gets better. Know it because I exist, Because I exist after everything. I am the same as you, My arms are flung toward you, My hands are reaching for you, I will not let you become lost. We are safe. This is the truth.
Thank you so much for reading my work.
See you next week.
