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I was moved by a couple of folk to write this poem, as well as my own sense of loss…

Grief and I are close friends. When I stop crying I know that is when I need to worry. Lately life threw me a curve ball but all will work out, as it always does.

I hold faith close to my heart and believe in prayer.  

So I offer this up, because we all know what heartbreak is like and getting up again is the hard part when we want to hide and let go of all.
~Art by by Johann Heinrich Füssli~

How Many Ways Can a Heart Break?

Loss wears an odd face.
It is my newest friend
Whose toddler died
While he was 180 miles away.
It is watching the man I love
Make love to another woman,
Night after night.
It is loving a baby I didn’t have
But was so close it should’ve
Been mine.

It is having love tease you into believing
This one man will hold your heart
Until he breaks it.
It is having every man you ever tried
To love leave you alone, again,
With your cat and television.
It is your dad caring for his wife
Who has no more memory,
And only a moment she cannot share.
It is losing the only job you ever knew
To bullies and believing justice wins
To learn at 60 life isn’t fair.

It is losing your mind and everything
That held truth to insanity
And facing the one fear
Besides death that stalks
All but only chooses a few.
Life is not fair.

Hearts break in a million ways.
Being alone with your beloved
Is like an embrace you cannot feel.
Embracing the good with the bad,
Knowing it’s all a journey,
Hoping you can always cry
Because then you can laugh,
Keeping the heart open
When it wants to close,
That’s courage.

I have fallen a thousand ways.
And I have only gotten up one way:
Finding my feet and looking inside
To know my heart will heal
If I stand up, one more time,
Brush myself off and take what’s hopeless
And let it die so something new can be born,
Alive and kicking, like the child I never had
But learning it’s the love I give that bears life
Even when all I feel inside is dead.

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.

~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~ 


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