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Poetry has been a space in which I can be vulnerable and tend to my wounds in a way that the real world doesn’t give space for sometimes, especially during this pandemic. I find myself trying to be gentle with different versions of my past self, trying to validate what she has experienced and witnessed. Even this validation is an act of self-love. People say that I’m really maternal, and I believe that poetry can be a mothering of the self in a way, this radical act of kindness in a world that doesn’t reserve much kindness for me. Poetry is a gauze, a balm, a warm broth, a cough syrup. Poetry heals me, and in the process of sharing it, I hope that it can heal others too.
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