I think it’s pretty obvious why I picked up this poetry collection… the cover. It’s truly one of the most enchanting ones I’ve seen. Divided into eight parts, this is a book about the journey of healing from trauma and becoming whole again.
I was beyond ecstatic to finally give Your Soul is a River a go because I’d heard nothing but good things. But then I started reading and realized quite quickly that the writing and I didn’t connect. It’s the kind that tries so hard in certain places to be poetic that it rapidly loses its meaning and symbolism for me. And I wouldn’t have paid it any attention if it had happened only a handful of times… but that wasn’t the case.
Thankfully, there were still a number of superb pieces to take my mind off the negative factors in this collection. So here are some of those:
The above one gave me chills!
I admire the above one so much because it reminds me of one of my favorite scenes in My Mad Fat Diary with Rae and her therapist, Kester:
I’m all tears.
Overall, this was a dashing poetry collection with a good number of gems sprinkled throughout to keep me satisfied. In the end, however, something just didn’t click with me, and it ultimately failed in capturing a place in my heart.