(Inspired by) Dreams

        The Uses of Sorrow

Someone I loved once gave me
a box full of darkness.

It took me years to understand
that this, too, was a gift.

(In her sleep, poet Mary Oliver, dreamed this poem)

 
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2 Comments

  1. I kept hoping you’d say, “gave me a box full of chocolates!”

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