This is literally just amazing. The Hurting Kind by Ada Limón is one of my favorite books this year, likely these past few years. This poetry collection speaks to the very essence of my soul. Practically half the collection has been highlighted as my favorite. The words are so painfully beautiful in their sincerity.
I absolutely recommend this to anyone and leave you with one of my favorite lines from a poem title
Stillwater Cove
[…]
we had no time for the waiting
that was required. To watch
the waves until the whales surfaced
seemed a maddening task. Now, I am
in the inland air that smells of smoke
and gasoline, the trees blown leafless by
wind. Could you refuse me if I asked you
to point again at the horizon, to tell me
something was worth waiting for?
