Poetry Saved My Life

Poetry Saved My Life - Part I

As we celebrate National Poetry Month, I figured it is fitting to share my favorite poetry collections with you.

Poetry can be such a joy. I know many detest the art form as it tends to be intimidating but for some of us poetry is a balm.

I have always loved books but some modern poetry collections resonated differently. They've helped me step out of the shadows and into my voice.

I believe that good poetry is like medicine. When I am spiraling or need a pep talk I just grab one of the poetry books from the bookshelf, run myself a bath and let the words work their magic. If I had not found poetry when I did Lord knows where I would be.

This is why I have chosen Rupi Kaur's The Sun and Her Flowers as my first pick to share with you.

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Lessons from The Sun and Her Flowers

Flowers and plants can teach us a lot about ourselves. We go through stages too. We wilt, we root, we will fall but we can rise and bloom.
Our experiences affect us whether we believe it or not. We walk around with trauma, which in turn affects the way we love and live. Unless we do something about it.
The "Mother Wound" runs deep. Sometimes, the things which hurt our mothers are passed down to us. We share their deep-seated pain but healing is possible.
Though your voice may shake, sharing your story can bring healing. Collective healing is very much a thing and we are stronger together. Healed women heal women is a mantra I live by and has been deepened by The Sun and Her Flowers. Telling our stories can be so powerful.
We ought to love our bodies. Coming home to yourself is coming to the realization that your body is a temple and home. Your body is sacred and beautiful irrespective of the scars and stretch marks. Honoring our bodies and ourselves is such an important thing to do.
The Sun and Her Flowers should not only be read by women but also by those who want to learn to love women well.

If this resonated with you do not hesitate to purchase The Sun and Her Flowers:

https://www.amazon.com/Sun-Her-Flowers-Rupi-Kaur/dp/1449486797

Which poetry collections resonate with you? I'd love to hear from you.

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