Close To The Edge

Seasons will pass you by. I get up. I get down. Now that it’s all over and done, now that you’re fine, now that you’re home.~Jon Anderson/Steve Howe, Yes.

Bringing home the bundle of pain, schlepping
through hospital corridors, half-stepping
past diagnoses, on her way to lake’s
wide tranquil gaze, patiently as she takes

these faltering moves into a new groove.
They’ve made her feel incomplete. A death cheat
hex undoing all the work we’ve done. She’s down
but birds will sing her up again. This frown

will ease. Even this vulture soaring high
right now in heavy gray and silver skies
a message designed just for aching hearts:
when life ends, it’s simply a brand new start.

Inspired by: the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt up/down, Bundle, Incomplete, Patiently and Schlep.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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