The Mask Where Freedom Hides. {Poem} ~ Edith Lazenby

Via Edie Lazenby
on May 31, 2013
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Change wears a mask.

It’s behind every moment.

I try its face on mine.

I wink. I smile. I cry.

I want to see behind

What stares beyond.

I take out mirrors.

I sculpt the present.

I look at how light

Plays the angles.

I dance in shadows.

I move before she does.

Then she becomes a he

Tapping a tune I don’t know.

I learn quickly.

I am too fast for my own good.

Yet this is not a race.

There is nothing to win

And everything to lose.

I wear the right shoes.

I put on dark lipstick.

I buy sunglasses for the moon.

I court joy as if feeling

Were a date I could break.

I want to laugh until life

Shatters all my teeth.

I want to scream at a pitch

So high wolves howl for me.

I want to make appointments:

Today I do this.

Tomorrow I do that.

This habit must go.

This habit must come.

I would have made a better Nun.

Up before dawn.

Prayers. Silence. Simple food.

A community of uniforms.

A common goal.

The higher life.

Mine has been low,

Like a rat in the underground.

My insides are charred.

My heart is scarred.

My mind is acute.

This thing I do called living

Doesn’t deny me a thing.

This life I lead creates

Valleys with alleys and has

Meadows with faeries

And mountains to climb.

Balance is a game:

Tug of war.

My rope is longer.

My hands are stronger.

My feet dig deep into the earth.

I pull and pull and pull

Until I realize all need

Asks is for me to let go.

I fall on my ass.

I see the clouds.

A ladybug lands on my pinky.

The grass is warm.

The sun is hot.

Freedom never felt so good:

It’s held somewhere between

Yes and the unknown.


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Editor: Kate Bartolotta


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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.

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2 Responses to “The Mask Where Freedom Hides. {Poem} ~ Edith Lazenby”

  1. Carolyn Riker says:

    yes, 'balance is a game.' lovely piece!

  2. edie says:

    Thank you!!!

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