Thursday, 14 February 2013


Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water.
And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes
you cannot even breathe deeply, and
the night sky is no home, and
you have cried yourself to sleep enough times
that you are down to your last two percent, but
nothing is infinite,
not even loss.
You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day
you are going to find yourself again.  

Oh good lord, poetry. If I ever learnt anything from my excessive amount of time on Tumblr and fanfiction and the internet on the whole, is that I actually love poetry. I would have sailed through English if we had read and analysed this or something OTHER than Gwen Harwood. Screw you Gwen Harwood.

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