I wake

The sun rose darkly this morning, and my words welled up from a place that is rougher and more fragile than I would like. I almost didn’t share because of that, because there is fear in sharing what hurts. But then I took a walk, and the movement seemed to change my mind — Open it, and allow myself to finish writing. Now I’m sharing to “let it go” — perhaps that is the essence of why we write poems in the first place. To embrace our feelings, name them and let them breathe among us.
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I wake 

Left this morning with his usual goodbye
resignation on his face, in his step
his sigh.

Heart expands, feels pressed into my lungs
causes my breath to catch
under the weight of it.

Skin may explode from the pressure.

Words get us nowhere, only circling
to where we’ve been before.
How can we mend?

Not with Time.
Time is a Betrayer, moving while
we remain stagnant.

There is a vast, wide space
between us.
How can we mend?

I wake and write of what I dream
a place by the sea, to write and feel
respected, known, heard, understood, loved.

Did I lay awake last night, after we spoke?
No.
Eyes closed into dreamless, blank sleep
no sleeping dreams
only waking.

In early morning moments
everything seems clear.
Knowable.
Doable.
Optimistic, like the dawn rising.
With the sun comes solace from the fingers
of long stretches of night.

I wake to dream. To write. To be me.
To believe that what I do has purpose, has meaning, is good
That life can be full, beautiful
That I am woven into the fabric of it.

That what I am is also beautiful.

That what I am is enough.

Copyright May 12 2016 Stacie Eirich 

6 thoughts on “I wake”

  1. “That what I am is enough.” A piece of life wisdom you are fortunate to know while still young. This is a poignant poem which took me back to those same vast distances that can arise between people.

  2. That what I am is also beautiful.
    That what I am is enough.

    There is so much to see and to share which is enough for one’s personal satisfaction. The rat race is ok within reasons! Rightly so Stacie!

    Hank

  3. Luv the notion of waking up to dream.
    The pain, the meditation, the healing and the renewal is wonderful when it brings one to a point of being beautiful and purposeful

    Much love…

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