Nellythelight - D I O S A - D I V I N A

“April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.”

— T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land

You really have to walk, talk, live and breathe like everything about you is magical.

“She goes on being a poem,”

— Julia de Burgos, from Song of the Simple Truth: Poems; “Rejoinder,”

I’m beyond grateful for the missed connections and the rerouted paths. With time, everything eventually made sense.

“My heart is crowded full of foolish thoughts Like early flowers in an April meadow, And I must give them to you, all of them, Before they fade.”

— Sara Teasdale, from “A November Night”

“Start now. Start where you are. Start with fear. Start with pain. Start with doubt. Start with hands shaking. Start with voice trembling but start. Start and don’t stop. Start where you are, with what you have. Just… start.”

— Ijeoma Umebinyuo