Inspiration: About Suffering by Elisa Gabbert | Poetry Foundation
In the lens of the whole world,
I have not suffered,
because I’ve never picked diamonds out of mines
as a five year old,
not waited on an island for two years
for entry into Australia,
not fled a war.
Yet, on the canvas of my one life,
I can map the valleys and dirt roads
where I broke down,
wheels shattered to nothing,
and I could have said: ‘I suffer.’
Even the Queen of Sheba,
reclining on a bed strewn with furs,
must have wished herself dead,
rather than listen to Solomon whine
about what she didn’t gift him.
Part and parcel of life
That’s what the poets tell me anyway.