Opinion | Amanda Gorman Poem: Hymn for the Hurting

Everything hurts,
Our hearts shadowed and strange,
Mind made muddy and dumb.
We carry on tragedy, scary and true.
And yet nothing of it is new;
We felt at home,
As a horror,
As an inheritance.
Even our children
Can not be children,
Can not be.

Everything hurts.
It’s a hard time being alive,
And even harder to stay that way.
We are burdened by living out these days,
While at the same time, blessed to survive them.

This alarm is as we know it
We need to change –
That we must be different or die,
That we must win or try.
Although hatred cannot be stopped,
That able to be transformed
Into a love that lets us live.

May we not just grieve, but give:
May we not only pain, but act;
May our signed right to bear arms
Never blind our eyes to shared harm;
May we choose our children over chaos.
May another innocent never be lost.

Maybe everything hurts
Our hearts shaded and strange.
But only when everything hurts
May everything change.

Amanda Gorman is a poet and author of “The Hill We Climb”, “Call Us What We Carry” and “Change Sings”.

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