It’s Your Light that Carries Me. ~ Edith Lazenby
What to do
When the view litters
Vision with tatters of money
Heart opens to bleed
Dreams that rock sleep with phantoms
Because time stomped
A past, digs in points
Sharp as knives, cuts until you cannot
See but still you get into the car,
Turn the key, and cannot breathe.
Anxiety’s trill gasps as your grasp
Terror with a racing heartbeat.
You cannot go on. Faith’s wings
Gather your hands as you settle
This moment to live the next.
You turn the key. You walk inside.
Defeat grazes, teases meaning.
You cannot see what could be
Drowning in routine, buried by obligation:
I offer the gift you gave, believing in me;
Love that gives me
Reason every morning you walk
Upstairs with sleepy eyes, plants
My hope in spirit that holds all
Believing you
can find a light
Though often your days
Haunt like stormy nights, it’s your light
That carries me through every night.
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Ed: Brianna Bemel
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