By Edith Lazenby
Something is dying
And maybe that is why I cry.
The sadness unfolds
And tears fall
Like the fall rain I hear
Out my window.
I look out
Because I no longer
Want to gaze within
To the fragments
That time is whittling
Into a sharp blade
I won’t use
Though endings
Find me at every corner.
I grasp for hope
In a faith
That won’t allow
Me to break open
Or fall apart
For what grows
Is strong as concrete
And warms like a sun
In winter because
All things shift
As people come and go
And as much
As I long to hang on
To at least one person
The only thing I do
Is let go for
Nothing lasts and all love
Shows is how to heal
So I can feel
And let another take
What I offer
Until it too finds the break
In the road
And once again
I fold grace into my palms
Ready to wake up alone.
Edith “Edie” Lazenby lives in Baltimore and teaches yoga. Writing is her first love. She enjoys a cup of coffee and being around people. Life is a celebration. Writing helps her celebrate.
Photo: tumblr
Editor: Dana Gornall
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