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When I rise up and when I lay down

June 29

 

 

 

When I rise up and when I lay down

 

 

 

In order to be happy with you I have to learn to be happy without you.  I gasp at the pain of it and desperately wish that the above statement were not true, but alas, you are gone in a way that I can never reclaim you and to hold on to what of you is still tentatively available I must release my frightened grasp.  A wisp of smoke is not the bonfire of our past, but it is what remains and I breathe it in as best I can.  Immediately I realize I am holding on again.  I breathe you out, let you go.  I want to run screaming throwing you from my bonds, yet another of my attempts at control.  So, now it’s time to pray.  Not a prayer to get my way, not a prayer to make you stay, not a prayer to make you gone, just a prayer to live on my own.  G-d help me please to live my life, please guide me away from strife.  I am lost and can’t find my way, Father, hold me til the light of day.

 

 

 

 

 

Putty the cracks in your hopes

 

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SHIMMER

 

The water ruffles over metallic sheen

Lap after lap screen the view

And still the gilt reflection shines in my eyes.

 

Hypnotic, the undulance pulls me near

I stand on the edge, gaze then gawk

I follow the underwater movement and iridescent tremolo

 

I forget place and time, I lose sight of the fact

Gold isn’t the only thing that shimmers

Sometimes that glint is just a fish

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Life is full of fins and fantasy

My sponsor suggests--I stop looking for my life

In a wishing well.

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So beautiful

You touched me deeply today.
Sharon

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Sharon, thank you

It was a time of breathtaking pain and the only think I knew to do was write. Looking back I don't know how I would have survived it had I not written my way through. Again, thank you for taking the time to read and comment on my work, Sherrie