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Finding The Ground Again

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I’m still a little shaky,
tripping over uneven concrete and pretending I saw it coming.

Brush the dirt from bruised knees,
laugh it off. Drink something to make
it go away.

Maybe it’s okay to not always see it coming.

I’m learning to stick the landing.
Everyone wobbles in the beginning.
Or hits face first.

Still, I’m learning how to be
okay with the crashing. How to find my gripping
even if my hands are a little bloody.

Sometimes I still fall,
maybe I always will.

I think, this time, I am falling with grace.

Muscles are built by first breaking them
down.

I am rebuilding. I have stopped referring to myself as a storm,
too seasick to keep rocking.

Here, there is strength growing,
I can feel it. I can see the horizon. TC mark

Ari Eastman

✨ real(ly not) chill. poet. writer. mental health activist. mama shark. ✨

Bloodline

In her third poetry collection, Ari Eastman takes us through a very personal journey of growing up, loss, love, and surviving it all.

there are too many rooms here, 
too many places
for my grief to sit

★★★★★ “Absolutely gorgeous writing. one of my new favorite collections of poetry. covers topics from grief to feminism to mental health and on. would definitely recommend to anyone even somewhat interested in poetry.” —Jessica

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