breath.life.hope.
there is much to
learn
and so far to go
and so I am steping
boldly
into this new life
boldy, yes
but not without fear
and certianly not
without grief
and there is pain
yes, there is pain
and there are days
when I am consumed by loss
and I want to pull the covers
of life
around my head
and sit in darkness
with my demons
instead of trying to escape
the knowledge
of what precious life
I have relenquished
to the wild ether
but there is hope
there must always be
hope
and there are days
when I spiral on hope
spiral to infinity and back again
with my breath
or her touch
or your words
or the sound of the raindrops hitting my window
as if life just goes on
or because life just goes on
And so I take a breath
and I breathe again
and again and again
filling my lungs and heart and soul
with hope
because my life depends on it
because the center
of life,
mine and yours,
is always breath
and each day I choose
to unwrap my battered
heart
one more time
and one more time again
and to hold it out
palms upturned
and I make a fragile offering
of my heart to the world.
and so I stand
as naked as I have ever
been
with my breath
and my heart
and my grief
and my loss
and my fear
and my pain
and my hope
and with myself
with so much less
but possibly so much more
than before
and I remind myself to take
just one step
and to breathe just one breath
and I think that maybe
just maybe
I can do this.
Yes, Jen, you CAN do this….. You are returning to who you really are. blessings, Jan
Comment by Jan — December 26, 2007 @ 4:24 pm
Another poem seems the only way to respond. It’s one that makes me throw caution to the wind and just get on with it… Keep going Jen x
Since Feeling Is First
since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves,
and kisses are a far better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don’t cry
–the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids’ flutter which says
we are for eachother: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life’s not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis
ee cummings
Comment by Eshne — December 27, 2007 @ 11:53 pm