Poetry itself is universal. In most poems, it is like looking at the mirror. One could see his own reflection into one of the pages. His, is an ordinary story, told in an extraordinary way. Billy Merrell is a master of words.
Favorite poem:
Love brings you hope, purpose and resurrection.
And though you say you're not religious minded,
you want to have faith in something daily yours
that brings you joy. What is existence, really,
but the product of one's own belief? If we
can name it, if we have given it a place
inside us, how could it not be there? Name
one thing more possible, more durable,
more real than people. It is not naive
to recognize existence, something you aren't
sure of --- it is naivete to ignore
the possibility that something might.
Go. Look directly back at it. It will
still be there. Dare to let the world look back
at you. If we give love a space, a name,
ourselves, there is no end to what we see.
-p. 116 Billy Merrell
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