Awake in the interregnum

To anyone who was ever truly hurt. May we all heal, in time:

“Yet the anniversary of a death, a rape, a fire, a miscarriage, a betrayal, a deep humiliation, a mutilation can year after year extrude its splinters, almost to the day, into the scar tissue of the well-annealed self, determined to obliterate, to go on without looking back. Sometimes we can bring the thing forward, recognize why a certain time of year, even a certain light or smell, carries such disturbance or blankness in a life apparently ongoing. We can come to respect the recurrence, meet it halfway, not as interruption, but the kind of repetition by which (Time is the school) we learn.” –Adrienne Rich