Every time I read Erin Belieu work I'm pierced in that wonderful way poetry can.

You have to say I am forgiven again and again until it becomes the story you believe about yourself.

The story of human intimacy is one of constantly allowing ourselves to see those we love most deeply in a new, more fractured light. Look hard. Risk that.

I was amazed that what I needed to survive could be carried on my back. And, most surprising of all, that I could carry it.

I had problems a therapist couldn't solve; grief that no man in a room could ameliorate.

He was the most ordinary man in all the world, and yet in her memory he'd become luminous, like the prince in a fairy tale.

There is a path toward the light. The one that goes blink, blink, blink inside your chest when you know what you're doing is right. Listen to it. Trust it. Let it make you stronger than you are.