With love

Poetry

Sometimes I Yell

when we trace the origins of self sabotage

we find ourselves gated to the beings that we 

think we are, instead of unlatching ourselves 

from it and to what we know we can be

if we can push past the grim and the wroughtness

and muchness of hurt

we can learn that the worst is survivable

that the black is climbable

that even in our ugly moments that slip out of our mouths

and into the mouths of others

we are going to be okay

even if we end up alone

Elizabeth Hsieh