These days, everything feels like the end.
i love this poet’s work, really moves me. Her new book is amazing, “Find me as the Creature I Am,” as was the reading event she did for ONLY POEMS. Highly recommend experiencing both.
What a plea for the world, our connections, our common fate, the only boundaries of our own making.
This poem breathes the heaviness of a world unraveling, where even the ocean feels like farewell.
It entwines personal grief with planetary collapse, a mother’s forest echoing fires and storms beyond the window.
The typhoon is both literal devastation and metaphor for fragility, cutting lives open without warning.
Names of winds carry histories and fragrances, yet arrive as forces of ruin, reshaping memory itself.
The speaker confesses despair no place feels livable, every face resembles goodbye, every horizon closing.
And yet, amid resignation, a flicker of desire remains: “I want to live,” whispered against collapse.
The poem humanises catastrophe, showing survival as both intimate and collective, grief as shared breath.
It asks whether our eyes burn with the same vision, whether empathy can bridge endings.
Resilience here is desperate but tender, a will to persist even when nowhere feels like home.
Ultimately, it humanises despair as longing: to live, to connect, to keep rising through the storm.
Very powerful! This poem is an elegy! Thank you for writing it! 😊👏🙏💝
love
"There is nowhere in this world
that I want to live. I look at your face
like it’s goodbye. There is nowhere to go."
Gutted 💜 love this one
i love this poet’s work, really moves me. Her new book is amazing, “Find me as the Creature I Am,” as was the reading event she did for ONLY POEMS. Highly recommend experiencing both.
What a plea for the world, our connections, our common fate, the only boundaries of our own making.
This poem breathes the heaviness of a world unraveling, where even the ocean feels like farewell.
It entwines personal grief with planetary collapse, a mother’s forest echoing fires and storms beyond the window.
The typhoon is both literal devastation and metaphor for fragility, cutting lives open without warning.
Names of winds carry histories and fragrances, yet arrive as forces of ruin, reshaping memory itself.
The speaker confesses despair no place feels livable, every face resembles goodbye, every horizon closing.
And yet, amid resignation, a flicker of desire remains: “I want to live,” whispered against collapse.
The poem humanises catastrophe, showing survival as both intimate and collective, grief as shared breath.
It asks whether our eyes burn with the same vision, whether empathy can bridge endings.
Resilience here is desperate but tender, a will to persist even when nowhere feels like home.
Ultimately, it humanises despair as longing: to live, to connect, to keep rising through the storm.
Very powerful! This poem is an elegy! Thank you for writing it! 😊👏🙏💝
love
"There is nowhere in this world
that I want to live. I look at your face
like it’s goodbye. There is nowhere to go."
Gutted 💜 love this one