I don't usually write poems in this style, but the morning after my surgery rotation ended, I felt like playing a bit out of bounds. This is a free form process reflecting on all that I gained during the past 4 weeks, and also a few things I lost. It seems that every great endeavor has a few sacrifices. We weigh these carefully, do the best we can, and have faith that things are all working out according to some plan. Or not. Who knows. But I pray a bit each day that the sacrifices I've made will some day be worth it. Thanks for reading. ~ lk
Beginning
doorways closing, swinging
shut the morning
after a struggle when I already
promised
not to struggle anymore.
~ ~ ~
Medicated sleep anxious belly.
~ ~ ~
What love did was find me running
up and down hallways
through days
in between photographic moments
of death birth
my own.
~ ~ ~
What love took was everything I had
to learn a trade
admire a heart
from within to mercifully
gracefully
thrive.
~ ~ ~
Losing my step on the stairways pushing
wrong elevator buttons
knocking not knocking
on wrong doors losing
Faith every night that I could
do this
and do it well.
~ ~ ~
At the end
with the doorway still swinging
wiping blood from both hands
and tears that come so easy
these days
Proof I am
exactly
where I need to be.
~ ~ ~
The doorway swings whoosh for now
forever
closed.
I love it, Laura. I saw/felt/heard so many images and concepts as I read it. You could just write it for yourself on a slip of paper that will be tucked away. I am grateful that on top of all of the ways that you are expending energy, you expend a little bit more to share your writing with us. I'm thankful to know you.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Lisa! I appreciate your kind words.
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