It’s Your Light that Carries Me. ~ Edith Lazenby

Via Edie Lazenby
on Feb 28, 2013
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What to do

When the view litters

Vision with tatters of money

Hope cracks earth,

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

 In a promise made,

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


About Edie Lazenby

Edith Lazenby's first love is poetry. Her second is yoga. Life unrolls in ways she could have never have imagined. She loves to love and live life daringly. Leap and the net will appear is how the saying goes but they don't tell you what to do after it disappears. Edith lives in Baltimore with her cat, Cucumber. She works all the time, it seems, these days. Life is good. Blessings are many.


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