When Anguish Reaches. {Poem} ~ Edith Lazenby

Via on May 11, 2013

anguish

I wanted to cry myself into a hole.

I wanted to break things.

I wanted to let go of all I know and find what I don’t.

I wanted to bury myself under layers of rose bushes.

I wanted to open the windows and strip myself naked in the rain and dare the lightening to make me burn.

I wanted to ignite the anguish I have and turn it into a plea with God to change now into a then I only imagine.

I wanted to dance on my fingernails because they would break.

I wanted to feel broken and beaten so I would have a reason to give up, give in, and have no need to pretend.

I wanted to want beyond any need.

I wanted my want to stomp on need because I can negotiate want.

I wanted to deny all my needs.

I wanted to eat a bag of dove milk chocolates.

I wanted to stare at television as if a show could hold meaning.

I wanted to take love and push it up to the moon so I could land on the side I never see and see if the darkness felt light to me.

I wanted to take light and color it the color of fresh blood and drape it like a curtain across the ceiling so I could count the drops like sheep.

I wanted to sleep without dreams and dream in a way that took what is from under me.

I wanted to fold my heart into my tissue and think my tears would wash it clean.

I wanted to die for a moment until I realized dying would not release my darkness or lighten my life.

I wanted to crawl on the floor and become a caterpillar so I’d feel less like a worm and know in time I’d fly before I die.

I wanted to fly.

I wanted to remember what it’s like to have nothing but hope and promise at my fingertips.

Instead what I have is this: a moment where sanity’s sheathe dresses me in sounds I dare to make in hopes you’ll know I’m not really crazy, as I remember with the tingle of time it all matters and does not need to make sense.

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About Edie Lazenby

I am someone who loves to share and thrives on being with others. My craft whittles moments into meaning and eases my heart. I learn best by listening. I teach yoga and I write. Life is challenging but simple. My kitties make me happy. Check my blog here.

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