"The moon smiled and shined a bit brighter, 'For the ones who remember to look up.'" (p. 89) - how beautiful is that?!
I was moved by this book. Allie MICHELLE is a truly gifted lyricist. She forms sentences that, I can't say it any other way, really took my breath away - so pure and so deep. She says so much with so very few words, with words that are so strong they break through every layer. That really is impressive!
"trust is not built by never wronging another, but by how we atone for our wrongdoings. trust is the willingness to show up, not when things are going smoothly, but in the difficult times that we are barely able to hold ourselves upright and say 'i will catch you. i will always catch you.'" - p. 35
I find it difficult to give an overall rating for the book because there are poems in it that would have deserved far more than five stars, while others "just weren't for me" without me wanting to rate them as 'not (so) good' because of that.
But the book as a whole had an incredible impact on me -
... it made me think and rethink a lot ("death makes all of life sacred" - p. 37 or "the further we run, the bigger the shadows chasing us seem" - p. 41 or "How many lives had to be lived for you to even be born" - p. 78 or "this is what it means to die before you die - kill the characters you pretend to be my dear - die before you die" - p. 126),
... the book made me howl and dance through my appartment with delight ("The truth is, if we knew the whole story behind everyone's actions, we would see why they are the way they are" - p. 44)
... and at times it touched me at a deep emotional level without any warning ("you slipped into my heart through the back door and that place is normally so guarded simply opened as though my heart recognised you as a part of itself" - p. 7 or "and see how far you can run" - p. 80 ).
I like MICHELLE's romanticised and valuing view of the "dark" sides, the shadows and demons of one's own personality, there is something pure, something very simple and clear about following her thoughts and seeing the magic of being human in it, and thereby also moving away completely from the socially felt striving for so-called excellence. Also in the context of relationships a very beautiful perspective, which I think requires a lot of consideration, but also courage and strength: "but still, i show him, i show him so he knows that when i look like i've swallowed the sun with my smile, who is waiting in the shadows" - p. 105 or "anyone can stand in your light but few will brave dancing with your darkness" (p. 5) or "yet the one who embraces their own beast will never balk from the chaos of another" (p. 13) - uff.
She describes in such an honest way the raw and deep way of being in a love relationship that has liberated itself from all the burdens we put on ourselves and each other without noticing - it's so beautiful how she captures that in words: "she doesn't act untouchable but boldly shows how deeply everything touches her - it may feel like you're missing several layers of skin because you have finally let your sensitivity in - so the next time you want to turn away from a part of you, a part of her, a part of him, instead lean in" (p. 132) and "'She hasn't been the same woman at all.' Maybe that's what makes love last - to dance on the ashes of who we once were instead of holding each other hostage to the person we knew" (p. 153).
In all, MICHELLE stands for releasing feelings, for letting go of expectations (of others and oneself - "Can you have the confidence to be nothing in a world that demands you to be everything" - p. 158), for pure and uncompromising honesty with oneself and others, for finding and keeping oneself - a kind of self-loyalty, for throwing oneself into the course of life - with passion and faith and without thinking that one knows better what is good for oneself. MICHELLE stands for the beauty of life ("did you notice?" - p. 117 and "There are flowers blooming that need our attention" - p. 139) - the bottom line, for living life as it is ("'when will you realize you were meant to be the paintbrush not the painter?' and so i surrendered my body into Love's hands and let Her use me" - p. 59 or "by resisting nothing you will experience everything [...] because a wondrous heart knows the path is wherever they step" - p. 68 or "What if it's all perfect?" - p. 99)
And I have never read a more beautiful definition about love: p. 88
Thank you for these wonderful poems!