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LEARNING TO FLY by Edith Lazenby

 I wrote this poem the other night for a friend, as a gift, a way of sharing understanding of how many ways a heart can break. 

Like any who’ve lived life, if lucky actually, they’ve known love;  and then  learned what they knew as love had roots in something other than compassion, giving and true care.

As the Native American saying goes: the more the heart breaks, the stronger it grows.

I find the creative process feeds the heart in all ways. A child can be the product of many things, but in an ideal world, a child results because of the love of a man and a woman. Or today, same-sex partners can find a means to have a child with the love they share.

Being childless, I don’t have that blessing. But I do have a loving partner [after several who were not] and I have writing, yoga and faith. I can lose everything else I know, but even life cannot take those three.

Learning to Fly

Feelings crack my heart
Like an egg with a chick
That’s wants to peep:
Instead I see a yolk
Run with blood in the center
And though I am making
Eggs for my kids
Like I usually do, all I scramble
And beat takes my insides
Out as I toss in the butter
And begin to cook.
What’s cooked and roasted
Is a spirit that wants to thrive
When instead each breath
Stops at my throat
And I chortle and choke
To find the pain of dying
Like the baby bird
That could not grow wings.
My feathers were plucked
Before they could ever fly
And I know if I could bury
What never found life,
A part that cries
Might grow wings
As I find meaning in pain
Only time can treat.
I decide to curl into a ball
And imagine a woman
Holding me as if my love
A womb able
To birth a joy
Pain won’t let me know.
And as I lay in the embrace
I learn that woman is me,
And slowly a healing
Plants a seed as I find
My way to a limb
Of a tree and look up
To feel the sun warming me,
Getting ready to spread my wings.

Edith Lazenby: “I love to write. I began writing poetry in elementary school. Sometimes I write poetry daily, other times not. I adore Mary Oliver, her way of embracing the light while acknowledging the darkness. I teach yoga full time and find the practice has grounded me deeper in my body and heart and helped me move closer to what I call spirit. I also now edit for Elephant Journal and write for them as well. I live with my husband, who is my best friend, and 4 kitties. Life holds challenges yet with time I feel better able to live in the moment, moment by moment. All great teachers teach presence. I find each day is a lesson in being. The process of writing holds me and I find the craft teaches me something new each time. You may visit my blog here.

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