Now’s Gift. {A Poem} ~ Edith Lazenby

Via Edie Lazenby
on Mar 27, 2013
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It’s dark in here.

Shadows roll out of my eyes.

Grief buries my feet.

I cannot stop crying.

Hysteria’s edge lines my skull and I want to laugh but nothing is funny.

If banging my head helped I might try it.

I try on not caring, my teen-aged mantra. It does not fit.

I want to not care.

I want to take fear and carve it into a heart.

I plant my view on the sky hoping looking up will raise my spirits.

The moon studies me.

The stars wink because they hold the secret I lost.

Love becomes an angel without wings.

I try to fly but there’s no wind.

I flap my dreams because something needs to soar.

My tears weigh meaning into a story I cannot tell.

I take this edge and sharpen it using words to carve self out of the moment.

I am not any longer.

And yet I cannot cease to be.

There is a hole but it cannot hide me because I don’t belong inside.

I take belonging and hang it in the closet.

The story I repeat is no one cares. It’s a lie.

I begin again with, “Once upon a time,” and set the path with happily ever after;

Time has taught me there is no after.

There is only now.

But now does not make promises, never promises more than a moment, a breath, a second to be.

Yet it’s taking seconds because presence hurts.

So I am giving now away.

I am heading to then where I can let being be.

And take care as the gift it is, offer it to love.

And let the seed breed.



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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.


2 Responses to “Now’s Gift. {A Poem} ~ Edith Lazenby”

  1. Carolyn Riker says:

    Bittersweet and heartfelt. You are amazing and real. Thank you for sharing what most fear to reveal.

  2. edie says:

    Thanks again.