My name is Abby Fitts and I’m studying English at the University of Georgia. My goal is not to make money, get attention from social media, or even to “tell my story.” It is to become a better writer and thinker. To inspire and be inspired. And, ultimately, figure out what it is I’m here to do.
The name of the blog is drawn from the last line of my favorite poem, “When Death Comes,” by Mary Oliver. I really believe that this piece has changed me for the better, igniting something in me that I didn’t know could exist.
When Death Comes
When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse
to buy me, and snaps his purse shut;
when death comes
like the measle-pox;
when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,
I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering;
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?
And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,
and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,
and each name a comfortable music in the mouth
tending as all music does, toward silence,
and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth.
When it’s over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was a bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.
When it’s over, I don’t want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened
or full of argument.
I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.