Friday, December 11, 2015

Albert Huffstickler: "The Cure"

                   We think we get over things.
                   We don’t get over things.
                   Or say, we get over the measles
but not a broken heart.
We need to make that distinction.
The things that become part of our experience
never become less a part of our experience.
How can I say it?
The way to “get over” a life is to die.
Short of that, you move with it,
let the pain be pain,
not in the hope that it will vanish
but in the faith that it will fit in,
find its place in the shape of things
and be then not any less pain but true to form.
Because anything natural has an inherent shape
and will flow towards it.
And a life is as natural as a leaf.
That’s what we’re looking for:
not the end of a thing but the shape of it.
Wisdom is seeing the shape of your life
without obliterating (getting over) a single
                                                                  instant of it.

"The Cure" by Albert Huffstickler. Text as published in Walking Wounded (Backyard Press, 1989).

Art credit: Untitled image by unknown artist.

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