“This is the time to be slow,
Lie low to the wall
Until the bitter weather passes.

Try, as best you can, not to let
The wire brush of doubt
Scrape from your heart
All sense of yourself
And your hesitant light.

If you remain generous,
Time will come good;
And you will find your feet
Again on fresh pastures of promise,
Where the air will be kind
And blushed with

His hands

Carry violence like a hand-me-down coat

too big for his frame

But they also carry gentleness like the trembling, naked body of a baby bird

They learn to nurture the bird and starve the savagery

- abby (@all-my-bi-myself on tumblr)

“People are mostly layers of violence and tenderness wrapped like bulbs, and it is difficult to say what makes them onions or hyacinths.”
― Eudora Welty, Delta Wedding