A Tiny Poem Excerpt that Speaks to Me on a Spiritual Level

At first I did not fight it.
I loved the suffering.
It was being alive!
I felt my heart pump the blood
that splashed my insides
with red flowers;
I savored my grief
like chilled wine.

— Alice Walker, from Her Blue Body Everything We Know: Earthling Poems 1965-1990; “At First”

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