Here are a few excerpts from the poem Point B by Sarah Kay. You can watch her perform it live at the bottom of this post, which I VERY HIGHLY RECOMMEND YOU DO, even if it’s just the first four minutes – you’ll thank me, I promise.
I love how she writes so candidly and creatively about pain, courage, and I think ultimately grace. I want to be #thekindofperson whose life embodies this poem. Who is resilient in the midst of disappointment. Who is eager and trusting and brave and not afraid to fail and hurt and try again.
And I am incredibly thankful for the “point b’s” in my life – those who remind me that my lungs do, in fact, like the taste of air and that there’s a sweetness in all the crumbling sugar.
“She’s gonna learn that this life will hit you, hard, in the face, wait for you to get back up so it can kick you in the stomach. But getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air. There is hurt, here, that cannot be fixed by band-aids or poetry, so the first time she realizes that Wonder-woman isn’t coming, I’ll make sure she knows she doesn’t have to wear the cape all by herself. Because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal. Believe me, I’ve tried…
“You will put the ‘wind’ in win some, lose some. You will put the “star” in starting over and over, and no matter how many land mines erupt in a minute be sure your mind lands on the beauty of this funny place called life…
“And yes, on a scale from one to over-trusting I am pretty damn naive but I want her to know that this world is made out of sugar. It can crumble so easily but don’t be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it….”