NATASHA HOOPER

POET | SPEAKER | HOST | ACTIVIST

“See the trying. See the cord holding us together. See each thread of the rope that releases itself Every time she runs full throttle to an end And I anchor her to me. I do not know the taste of goodbye In the same way that I used to. I have grown away from the familiar safety Of loss. I do not know if this is a snatch from the edge Or another step towards a bitter, bitter end.”
Losing can be a love language too... If you have done it enough times.
"Is this what you crave? For me to gouge at the cancer that doesn’t exist. To radiate the entire area. To lose the body in the process. It will happen this way. The loss. And a casket will remain, Shaky pallbearers carrying “this” to a ready headstone. Your tears on mahogany chest (or floor). A well-attended funeral, A eulogy in the next world, And for what? A dis-ease of the mind. An incessant need to heal some(any)thing. A cancer that never existed in the first place."
"Loneliness is not always A quiet moment creature. Sometimes it rears its head In the company of others And releases the most inappropriate roar. A shameless monster I've learned to always watch for."
"And the theory goes "you cannot change that which is ever changing". Can I point out how the theory doesn't allude to your already delicate frame? That a glass woman will go from hot to cold with little effort. And that kind of climate switch, with the dizzy of this dance, will surely lead to shatter. No, you cannot change that which is ever changing, nor can you tell me all this broken is simply a product of theory. Of my doing. That I should be grateful my cuts didn't turn to kaleidoscopes. Though, kaleidoscopes might fare better for a haunting. Maybe there is truth to the theory and I am the change to cause the shatter, but there is a hammer in your fist that has been constant since before you met me, And there are no theories to explain that."
"Forgiveness is a Flame that burns two directions Rebirth in its ash."